Just as Su Shu was about to speak, from behind her Tang Zelin switched the gun from his right hand to his left, took two large steps forward, bent over and extended his hand, his voice low and clearly straining to contain his emotions.
"You come out first."
"Okay, I'll get my things."
"No need, you come out first, I'll have someone take care of it," Tang Zelin said in a deep voice.
Placing her hand on Tang Zelin's palm, Su Shu stood up reassured; if he was here, then it meant there was no danger nearby, although she didn't know why he was here.
But just as she was about to climb up, a large hand from behind suddenly gripped her other wrist and yanked her back; Su Shu, caught off guard, fell backward into Shen Han's arms, her sudden fall hitting Shen Han's chest hard, but he merely furrowed his brow and showed no other expression.
