Fortunately, from how Zhao Yang hadn't asked Tianjin to leave the place at all cost, it's evident that he didn't want to abandon Ji Zhuang.
Lai Jiayi's pupil shrunk at Zhao Yang's logical words. She indeed would risk her life by going out there, but…
"I have a chest protector. Also, if you, boss, lends me a gun, I'll safely return. It's not far! Just three meters!" Lai Jiayi tried to convince Zhao Yang.
She kept fiddling with her fingers, anxious that Ji Zhuang might die anytime. But Zhao Yang was stubborn.
"No. You can't go. It's too dangerous. Ji Zhuang is a trained bodyguard, but you're not! Please. Don't be stubborn." Zhao Yang creased his eyebrows and chose to ignore Lai Jiayi.
Lai Jiayi's mind flared. She stared dagger at Zhao Yang, brimming with anger.
"But– "
"No but!" Zhao Yang mercilessly cut her words.
The heated atmosphere instantly enveloped the two as they kept arguing.
