Paul was wearing a bulletproof suit, and his whole body was full of a dangerous temperament. Only his tea-colored hair was covered with a layer of golden color by the setting sun, adding a hint of sacredness to it. There was an indiscernible smile on the corner of his mouth, mysterious and dangerous.
Looking at the figures of Ragib and Zoya leaning against each other, he opened his mouth and said, "You are fine. Very good."
Zoya's hands began to tremble.
When he heard the voice of Paul again, he still felt as if he was in another world.
"You..." Zoya bit her lip. "You really didn't die?"
Paul looked at Ragib. "You found a good man."
Zoya felt sad.
His heart felt like it was being tugged by someone.
Ragib held her hand tightly and said to Paul, "You know what you have done. If you can't appear in front of her, don't appear again. Considering the reason why you faked your death, I can stop killing you! But I won't allow you to fucking provoke her again!"
