"Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin..."
Upon hearing this familiar voice, Qi Na froze instantaneously.
She opened her eyes and looked at the familiar figure, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow.
She hadn't expected Qin Guang to come.
Her relationship with Qin Guang was really not that deep—it was nothing more than that of colleagues.
Qin Guang owed her nothing.
On the contrary, he had once saved her.
That time at the company, if Qin Guang hadn't stepped in, she would have been taken away by that old beast.
To throw herself into the river like her mother had done would have been her best fate.
So it was no exaggeration to say that Qin Guang had saved her life.
But this time, even though any normal person would know it was dangerous, Qin Guang still came.
"Mr. Qin, get out of here, quickly! They're the mafia, they have guns, they have ten submachine guns, and they've even planted a bomb at the main gate. Run for your life!"
