Lu Fengxuan didn't speak. Her gaze paused momentarily on the wound on his chest, her meaning clear without words.
The person who had been talking about "hurting her" had taken a bullet last night and was now lying in the hospital.
"Whether you admit it or not, I hope you won't do such thankless tasks anymore. Call your people back, I don't need their protection!"
"Heh," Lu Xingye laughed coldly. "Lu Fengxuan, since when was it your turn to tell me what to do?"
This person's mood was so unpredictable, it was impossible to grasp what he was really thinking.
Lu Fengxuan frowned and said, "The person you're having watched is me. This time, let's say you helped with good intentions, but if you continue to have people watch me, are you trying to surveil me or what?"
"Lu Xingye, I don't want to dwell on the past with you anymore. We are now even, and from now on, let's stay out of each other's way. You live your life, and I'll have mine. Take care of your injuries. I'm leaving."
