As the saying went, enemies were bound to meet on a narrow road.
Now it really happened.
Feng Ling could only be thankful that her face had not been seen in the sauna room, but it was clearly not that easy for her to muddle through.
Seeing Li Nanheng's car driving in, K took Feng Ling's hand and was about to go over, but as soon as he took her hand, she shook his hand away.
K paused and looked back at her. Seeing her deadpan, he smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, I forgot that you don't like others touching you."
In fact, K was only about twenty-three, only eight years older than Feng Ling, but unlike Feng Ling who was calm, mature, cold, and unpredictable, he was not quite mature.
Feng Ling didn't speak. She took a cold glance at the black Hummers and said, "Your base is not suitable for me. I don't want the gun. Keep it for yourself. I'll be off in a minute."
