"Quickly drive to the hospital!" She looked at the short-haired man and signaled him to carry Fu Zhinian up into the car.
The short-haired man was unhappy. He was supposed to capture her. In the end, he inexplicably saved her life, and she even dared to show such an attitude now.
He threw a look at the men beside him, signaling them to capture Lin Wanwan.
Lin Wanwan avoided him. Without waiting for the short-haired man to recover himself, a sharp piece of metal was pressed against his neck.
"Care to bet if I will slice your throat or not if you continue to be naggy? Don't think that you can be arrogant just because you're Lu Zhengyu's man. If I'm anxious, I won't even recognize God!"
They had already exposed their identities by addressing Fu Zhinian as Second Master.
His life was in her hands. The short-haired man could only admit defeat.
"If you don't let go of me, how can I drive?"