He Jin stared at this strange stranger, a face incredibly hideous, all bones and no flesh visible amidst the creased face, and the disheveled hair only added to the eeriness and fear.
Lan Xing, receiving no answer, stepped forward anxiously, and He Jin felt the tension in the air. He didn't know with what kind of mentality he should consider this matter regarding the appearance of this stranger.
Lan Xing was highly regarded by Zheng Tianxin, and no matter what Zheng Tianxin did, Lan Xing was always by his side. Therefore, it made no sense for someone he brought to harm Zheng Tianxin.
Thinking this way, He Jin didn't know whether to feel happy or lost, the only consolation being that if something had really happened to Zheng Tianxin at this moment, he himself would certainly not end up well. So then, what was the purpose of all he had endured over these many years?
