People like Director Gu and Director Shao are not to be trifled with, offending one is bad enough, let alone both at the same time—and precisely in their forbidden zones.
Who knows which deities these people have managed to offend in their past lives.
*
Gu Annan carried Lu Wanwan into the car, his fists clenched tightly.
Looking down at the shocking slap mark on her face, the fierceness in his eyes deepened.
The lines of his thin lips were razor-sharp, his chest heaving violently, suppressed, a terrible sense of oppression as if it compressed and shattered the air inside the car.
Lu Wanwan curled up in his arms, silent, without crying or making a fuss.
Her tense body was clinging to him tightly, like a drowning person grasping onto the last life-saving straw, unwilling to let go.
"Get some sleep," he said, his voice low, suppressing his anger.
Lu Wanwan's eyes were open, her dark pupils staring fixedly in one direction.
