You're Not to Be a Hooligan Without My Permission

"Your daughter will recover. Don't give up!" Lin Wanwan patted his shoulders and walked out of the interrogation room.

Looking at her back view, Nan Dui, who had a fierce-looking face, bowed deeply. "Thank you."

This man believed in bloodshed but not tears. However, his eyes were slightly red and even his hands were shaking.

Lin Wanwan turned around and waved at him. Then, she strode away.

Lu Zhanbei's thin and cool lips curved up slowly. He looked at Gu Mo.

He wasn't a good person. However, if she was happy, he was willing to be a good person.

"Sir, I understand."

Gu Mo signaled an "Ok" and sighed at his good luck.

His Sir looked like he was easy to talk to, but in actuality, he was a cold-blooded demonic king.

Lin Wanwan looked like she had many thorns on the surface but was actually warm and kind-hearted.

These two people with such different personalities could actually come together. Perhaps this was destined.