This world is too imperfect (1)

Hearing Lu Xin's chaotic and disorderly ravings that sounded like sleep Talk, both number eight and the old security Guard's Adam's apple twitched. They felt an unprecedented sense of confusion. They looked at Lu Xin nervously, even forgetting about the argument they had just had and the law enforcement officers outside the building. They only felt a primitive fear rising from the bottom of their hearts.

Even Lu, who was sitting on the sofa, was attracted by Lu Xin. She opened her eyes weakly.

Lu Xin's words of "sadness" entered her ears and made her body tremble uncontrollably.

"You ..."

The senior security guard felt the grapeshot in Lu Xin's hand, and he felt as if the grapeshot was alive and out of control.

He was certain that he had no ill intentions toward Lu Xin and was on the same side as him.

But he still couldn't help but feel fear.