You Hate Me
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Yin Zhihan helped Lu Ning to her feet. Yin Linger lay in Zhou Pingan's arms. Fortunately, no one was hurt.
At this moment, laughter could be heard. Ela stood up. She had been shot in the abdomen and chest and was bleeding profusely. Her death was inevitable.
However, there was no fear of death on her face. There was only a crazed desire for revenge. "Haha, Yin Zhihan, Lu Ning, do you think you've won? You're wrong; you're so wrong!"
Yin Zhihan, Lu fan, and Zhou Pingan's expressions changed. "Ela, you have a backup plan?"
"Ha, of course. There are explosives on Lu Ning!"
Explosives?
Lu Ning's brain quickly stopped working. What kind of joke was this? She didn't have any explosives on her at all.
"Zhihan, don't listen to her nonsense..."
"Ah Ning," Yin Zhihan interrupted her. He looked at Zhou Pingan. "Take Linger and leave this place quickly. You have to ensure the safety of the mother and child."