Just as the thought flashed through her mind, another helicopter arrived overhead, not circling but descending directly, its rapidly spinning blades slicing through the leaves, showering fragments at Tong Ran's feet.
The cabin door was pushed open.
A handsome man in a black trench coat, his arm wrapped in a safety rope, slid down from mid-air.
An intangible aura quelled the tense atmosphere, everyone's breath hitched, and heads bowed, "Young Master."
He had come after all...
Tong Ran took an unconscious step back, even hearing the sound of pebbles rolling away from her feet.
Mo Nanjue did not loosen the safety rope wrapped around him but took two steps forward, eyes fixated on the woman before him.
His black pupils were filled with raging fury.
Just staring like this, Tong Ran felt like she was about to be devoured by that blaze.
Mo Nanjue's handsome face was stone-cold, "Dare you take another step back?"
"And what would happen?"
"You could try and see."
