"Help, someone, help me!" He ran and shouted, looking utterly disheveled.
Mo Ran followed him out and heard a flurry of chaotic footsteps — someone was coming.
She was about to hide when someone grabbed her wrist, "Come with me." The deep and mellow voice immediately gave her a sense of stability.
They ran out through a passage, dodging the search from others, and eventually left the hotel through the back door.
The black Mercedes was parked outside; they drove to a secluded beach before stopping.
Mo Ran was still catching her breath in the car, feeling exhilarated as if she was in a gangster film.
She turned to the man beside her with a radiant smile, "You helped me again, thank you, Mr. Tang."
Tang Song wore an unbuttoned black suit jacket, and his white shirt had three buttons undone, revealing a sun-kissed complexion, which was decadently alluring.
He smiled, showing off his white, neat teeth, "I hadn't expected you to be so formidable."
