Lu Ning was stunned. Then, she looked up and saw Lu Fan coming over.
The warehouse door was broken open with a bang. The special forces soldiers outside rushed in. It was a chaotic battle inside. Lu Fan was tall and had long legs. He held a machine gun in his hand and stood in front of her coolly.
"Brother..." Lu Ning looked at Yin Zhihan who was on top of her.
Yin Zhihan had already raised his head. He used both hands to hold Lu Ning's small face, which was the size of a palm. Then, he planted a deep kiss on her forehead. "We just got married, silly. I wouldn't bear to let you become a widow."
What? Was he trying to scare her?
Lu Ning clenched her small fists and immediately threw them at him. "Yin Zhihan, you're such a despicable person. Do you think it's funny to see me like this? What widow? No! No! No!"
"Ha." Yin Zhihan laughed and hugged her tightly without letting go.
