672 Knocked Out Cold

The woman sat there quietly, holding something in her arms, her body leaning forward. A gentle leap would take her right to heaven.

The bodyguard was at a loss of what to do. He dared not speak, move, or even breathe loudly. Maybe he should call the police. They would lay down an inflatable mattress, so she wouldn't die even if she jumped.

Old Master Lu waited. Suddenly, he squinted, his eyes staring so fiercely it felt as though they were about to breath fire.

"Get over here, Yan Huan."

Yan Huan turned around and stared at Old Master Lu coolly. Taken aback, the bodyguard broke out in cold sweat.

Good lord, isn't that Miss Yan? What is she doing there?

"Did you not hear me, Yan Huan?" Old Master Lu was so angry he came close to grinding his teeth to pieces. He hated nothing more than people who didn't cherish their own lives.