Chen Ziran's face was anxious. She hailed a cab from the side of the road and headed straight for the suburbs.
In the car, Chen Ziran was trembling all over, her lips tightly pressed together, her brows furrowed, and her face slightly pale. She mumbled to herself, "I hope everything is okay. I hope everything is okay."
Ye Guichen looked serious. He reached out and held Chen Ziran's hand.
Her hand was extremely cold. The moment it was held, she instinctively tried to withdraw it.
"Honey, no matter what happens, I'm here with you," Ye Guichen smiled.
Chen Ziran lifted her head, meeting his eyes, and for some unexplainable reason, she felt a sense of calm.
This man... why did his mystery have such a captivating feel?
"The factory in the suburbs of the Chen Group is on fire," Chen Ziran spoke after a while.
Although she didn't think Ye Guichen could help, at least someone could share the burden with her.
