"You're not hurt, are you?" Qin Jingchen's throat tightened, and he held his breath.
He then realized that her voice was very calm, without any of the agitation that follows an incident.
His men were hurrying to both sides, one group to support Fen Ye and another to protect Jiang Zhe along her route.
Of course, Jiang Zhe was their top priority.
"I'm fine," Jiang Zhe said, "I'm going to hang up now."
After a brief short circuit, Jiang Zhe dealt with the man in black and managed to fix her phone; while the exterior was damaged, thankfully all the functions remained intact.
Qin Jingchen's fingers relaxed, and the red in the depths of his eyes gradually faded away.
In the cramped space of the car, a man's laughter could be heard moments later.
Jiang Zhe knew she didn't need to worry about Qin Jingchen since his men were already with her.
If something had happened to him, he wouldn't have had the time to direct so many people to her.
