The man's chest was somewhat hot, and the temperature transmitted from his back made her feel a bit uncomfortable.
Even without her own memory, she didn't think she had ever been so close to a man.
She gathered her spirit, her tone carrying a hint of coldness, "Let go."
"Shut up." Ling Mohan's voice was extremely cold, his eyes staring outside like the sharp, unsheathed tip of a knife.
Tang Anzhi's heart stopped, once again affirming that this man was not to be trifled with.
So she remained silent; enduring it was all she could do.
Just as she had imagined, the gunfire stopped quickly.
A bodyguard quickly walked up to Ling Mohan, "Boss, it's taken care of outside. But we only caught one person."
Ling Mohan stood up straight, his face still expressionless, but the words he spoke were cold, "Take him back for a thorough interrogation."
"Yes." The bodyguard only then noticed the girl standing with the boss, but he merely glanced at her and dared not look any longer.
