As a result, Xing Liehuo's handsome face, cold for quite a while, finally cracked a smile.
With a sigh, he tightened his grasp on Nini's slender waist and examined her carefully.
No matter how he looked at her, this little woman truly made one cherish her from the bottom of their heart.
Yet, it was this seemingly delicate girl, who dared to fight with criminals, disregarding her own safety, and even saved the hostages—
This courage, this merit, why on earth wouldn't they recognize her bravery, and were those crappy excuses even valid?
A profound loathing for this formalism!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Locking eyes with his woman's shimmering gaze, the domineering air in his look grew even thicker, his words cutting decisively.
"Baby, they don't get to decide this. This Third-class Merit, we're going to claim it no matter what."
His gaze sparkled fiercely as if ice were seeping out, and the arrogance and pride emanating from him were unmistakable.
