Chapter 227: It's done, the phone has run out of battery and shut down".

"Are you okay?"

Rong Yan glanced at her wristwatch, the back-and-forth hustle had made it seven o'clock.

Damn it, damn it, Little Baby was still waiting for her.

She now felt like her ass was on fire, impatient to rush back immediately.

Zhong Yuye, who was almost out of strength from being tormented by the gunshot wound on his shoulder, noticed her agitation. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flicked through his eyes, and his rose-colored, thin lips parted, "If I had a problem, would you stay?"

Without even thinking, Rong Yan bluntly said, "No!"

"..." Her answer was too crisp! It was so blunt that Zhong Yuye's throat tight, feeling inexplicably gloomy. Getting up from the sofa and touching the injury on his shoulder, he said indifferently, "I'm fine, you can go."

"OK, then I'm leaving."

Rong Yan said she would leave and did just that, opening the door and departing with decisive strides.