The SUV stopped just a few centimeters away from Jing Hang.
Jing Hang's heart, which had risen to his throat, then heavily fell back down.
The tall and imposing man got out of the car, slammed the car door, and took large strides towards him.
Jing Hang, not caring about anything else, hastily handed over the Ming Yao in his arms into the man's embrace.
Gu Siting's hands subconsciously caught the woman passed to him by Jing Hang.
He looked down at the woman and glanced at her once.
Seeing her pale complexion and haggard appearance, he furrowed his brows slightly.
This Little Swindler, it's only been a few days since I last saw her, how did she turn into such a mess?
In her hazy semi-consciousness, Ming Yao suddenly smelled the crisp and pleasant scent of cold cypress coming from the man.
A familiar and coveted fragrance.
She lifted her dense and long eyelashes, looking toward the man holding her.
Her vision was still blurry, so she couldn't see his face too clearly.