"Are you okay?"
"...Yeah, there's a problem, a big one at that." Hobbling on one foot, Ai Lun lifted her injured foot and recklessly stretched it toward him, "Take a look, it seems like something has cut it!"
A foot...
A woman's foot.
In an instant, a dark line crossed Iron Hand's forehead.
But, as someone who, squatting down, he took a serious look at her foot, without saying much else, he scooped her up by the waist and, frowning, walked to the roadside.
Soon, a taxi came by, and he still, without a word, shoved her into the back seat.
Just as Ai Lun's heart was racing, preparing to play pitiful again, the seat beside her suddenly sank, and the man's tall figure sat down, bringing a formidable breeze that made her heart thud uncontrollably.
My God! Iron Hand!
Damn, what a wonderful night.
Biting her lower lip secretly, she clenched her hands, indulging in wishful thinking when on the edge of her ear, Iron Hand's muffled voice came through.
"Address."
