Where would hate come from without love?

However, assistant Qiao did not see the complicated expression in Lou Yucheng's eyes. He turned his head to look at Lou Yucheng and continued to laugh excitedly.

"President Lou, Lan Xiao's man is dead. Did you see him? Lan Xiao didn't die and Wen Muchu is dead. Now, I think it's a good thing, isn't it? Doesn't that mean that you'll still have a chance to get Lan Xiao in the future? President Lou, if you really can't let go of Lan Xiao, then when we're done, I'll definitely kidnap Lan Xiao and bring him to you. I'll make her your woman."

Lan Xiao's eyes were filled with mockery. This assistant Qiao's illness was really serious.

Could it be that he had really gone crazy from the stimulation? Not willing to face reality?

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder and a thick coat was draped over her.

Then, a pair of broad and gentle hands wrapped around her shoulders.