The men all wore head coverings, each one burly.
Mu Yichen had a bad premonition as he was driving back, and just before he was about to pass by the motorcycles, he saw them out of the corner of his eye.
Before he could fully stop the car, he noticed the large glass window on the first floor was broken, the darkness of his eagle eyes instantly turning into a thin line.
In his mind, countless illusions flashed, but he had only one thought in his heart.
That she was still alive.
As long as she was still alive, as long as she had a breath left.
As long as she didn't abandon him.
"Qin Mu!"
The man, who hadn't even shut the car door, ran to the entrance and shouted, his face dark as storm clouds.
He had never been so panicked before, not even when other boys confessed to her.
Feeling as if he was about to lose her, he looked inside in terror.
Everything was shattered!
The impeccably clean floor was now a mess, strewn with glass shards.
