While all the journalists were tailing and blocking the Rolls-Royce, Xia Yanxin also watched the car intently, unable to confirm if Long Yutian was inside, just staring blankly.
Suddenly, the car door swung open, and Long Yutian's figure rushed in, pushing past the bodyguards and crowd of reporters, charging straight towards her.
"Run, run..."
He screamed at her frantically...
Xia Yanxin was still in a daze, had he recognized her? What did he mean by telling her to run? Did he not want her to participate in today's interview? Was he still holding a grudge against her? Everything happened too fast and too suddenly; she hadn't reacted at all.
The distance, however short, felt as vast as billions of light-years. No matter how fast he ran, he was always a beat too slow.
"Bang!" a gunshot sounded,
