"Uncle won't die, whoever talks nonsense, I'll kill him!" Lu Fan glared at Ruxiong with a ferocious look.
The reporter's heart pounded, cursing himself for being nosy, he could tell the little Lolita was not joking.
"Fanfan, I'm here." Tang Zheng saw that little Lolita was on the verge of losing control and quickly called out.
Lu Fan's face lit up with joy, like a weary bird returning to the forest, she came running over, with a final leap, she threw herself into his arms, buried her cheek in his neck, and rubbed affectionately.
"Alright, check the fleet and treat the wounded." Tang Zheng patted Lu Fan's head, instructing his personal assistant to quickly attend to the rescue matters.
"We're going to waste more time." Pang Meiqin was helpless, and turned to Jasons, "Mr. magnate, you spend some money to call a rescue team, we need to continue our journey."
