Who Could Lay a Finger on Her?

Morocco's sunset was always breathtakingly beautiful, making one feel as if they were enveloped in a warm orange world.

Fu Huai'an stood with his back facing the sunset. With his tall and broad figure standing next to the car, he was rather eye-catching. It caused the ladies in the production crew to animatedly discuss how Fu Huai'an looked in a combat uniform and how he looked now in a suit—that in both cases, he was awfully handsome.

Fu Huai'an's deep and black eyes were full of passion and adoration as he stared at her, making Lin Nuan unable to resist smiling. The way she was walking couldn't conceal the jubilant feelings in her heart.

"Why have you come?" Lin Nuan stood beside Fu Huai'an, looking up at his well-defined features. "Didn't you say you were going to have dinner with Mr. Aziz Felta tonight?"

"Mm!" Fu Huai'an answered. He grabbed Lin Nuan's slender wrist and pulled her into his arms. "I missed you very much, so I left in advance!"