Mo Jingshen’s Face Instantly Became Even Paler Than Hers
Editor: Henyee Translations
She wasn't so scared even when she faced Atuta, but now Mo Jingshen didn't have a gun in his hand, and K and the other men didn't have time to rush here. Mo Jingshen was holding her in his arms. If they shot at him, he had no chance to escape.
Ji Nuan clenched the cuff of his shirt, murmuring, "Run! Just leave me here…"
However, Mo Jingshen carried Ji Nuan up with a straight face as if not seeing the two men who were pointing guns at him. He calmly glanced at the blood on the SUV tires and his eyes darkened. Although he was the one being pointed to with guns, he was so calm that the two men looked warily at him and kept their fingers on the trigger.
Mo Jingshen held Ji Nuan steadily as if not hearing what Ji Nuan had just said. Ji Nuan whispered in his arms again, "Mo Jingshen…"
"Don't speak," Mo Jingshen said gently to Ji Nuan while coldly glancing at the two Cambodians pointing the guns at him.