Suddenly, a furious shout from behind shattered the romantic atmosphere.
"Fuck, who the hell just tried to ambush me?"
The buzz-cut man who had fallen to the ground got up, looking at the pair opposite: "So it's the little punk's sweetheart. Anyway, neither of you are good birds."
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spat: "Enough with the lovey-dovey crap. I'm sending you both to Hell right now."
Just thinking about the scene he had witnessed upon arrival, Lu Yancheng's whole body radiated an extreme coldness, and his dark eyes grew even more stormy and somber.
He took off his suit jacket and draped it over the woman, whispering, "Be careful not to catch a cold. Wait here for me."
With Lu Yancheng's jacket on her head, she was enveloped by the warm feeling and surrounded by the faint scent of sandalwood emanating from him.
Gu Wanyu blinked, staring at the tall figure in front of her, a thrill running through her heart.
