You Better Pray That Lin Wanwan Would Be Safe Forever

Tang Chen looked at him and realized his eyes were colder than usual. There was no extra emotion on his face.

Thinking deeper, Tang Chen understood.

Lu Zhanbei had so many enemies. If Ao Fu had really offended him, he would just kill him directly. It would not have been enough to make him angry.

Unless… Ao Fu had already laid a hand on Lin Wanwan!

"Where is he?" Tang Chen's look instantly turned cold. He was prepared to entertain this man who was tired of living.

Lu Zhanbei gave him a side glance plainly. "You're one step too late. He's already dead."

"He should count himself lucky!" Tang Chen sneered. Death was a form of freedom for Ao Fu.

Although he was already dead, Tang Chen was still feeling unhappy. He stood up and said, "I still have something on. I'll take my leave first."

"There's no rush to kill his whole family." Lu Zhanbei signaled for him to hold his horses.