The door suddenly swung open, and Chen Yang was startled.
It wasn't so much the person outside that scared him, but because at this moment, Alan wasn't wearing any clothes.
Subconsciously, Chen Yang had already regarded Alan as his own woman, and he certainly did not want anyone else to see his woman's body.
He snatched the black robe from Alan's hands and draped it over her, with such quickness that it took Alan by surprise.
This act, however, gave Alan, who harbored resentment towards him, a touch of warmth.
Of course, it was just a fleeting moment, as Alan had not forgotten Chen Yang's deplorable behavior of vanishing the day after sleeping with her three times.
As Chen Yang was putting the black robe on Alan, the people outside the door rushed in.
There were three in total, two of whom were wearing crisp suits, had a grim and stern look on their faces, and exuded a strong aura of murder, clearly assassins.
