"There were no police, I looked everywhere and couldn't find a single person," Zhuo Yue threw herself into Ling Zhenfei's arms uncontrollably, like a child who had been wronged, and actually started to cry.
For a moment, Ling Zhenfei was somewhat at a loss, not knowing how to comfort Zhuo Yue. All he could do was gently stroke her back with his hand.
"I was really scared just now. I heard the gunshots inside, and I thought..."
"You thought I was shot dead by them, didn't you? Don't worry, I have nine lives like a cat, I won't die that easily."
Ling Zhenfei took off the face mask he had been wearing. Although wearing it all night was uncomfortable, it had spared him a lot of trouble, at least the people from the Sharks wouldn't know that it was him who had broken in tonight.
"If you had died, I would have felt guilty for the rest of my life," Zhuo Yue finally left Ling Zhenfei's embrace, gazing at him with affection.
