The sky had already darkened.
Because several roads were closed in Su City, this moment was the peak of a traffic jam.
Feng Lin and Chi Jinghong weaved through the back streets and finally arrived at their hotel.
Just as they prepared to go in.
Feng Lin saw Luo Shenyuan standing not far away.
She stood tall and straight like a sword, her military uniform giving her an impressive and brisk appearance.
Feng Lin's face immediately turned grim, "You really are a persistent ghost, aren't you?"
"Hand over the sword from before." Luo Shenyuan raised her hand and strolled over nonchalantly.
Seeing this, Chi Jinghong immediately stepped in front of Feng Lin.
"Not handing it over? Then I will kill Chi Jinghong."
Luo Shenyuan's tone was cold and piercing.
"What's going on? What happened?"
Just then, Feng Chen arrived on his bicycle, with a cigarette hanging from his lips.
Luo Shenyuan's purple eyes narrowed into slits, her fists clenched until they turned white, "Feng Chen!"
