Zhan Lianshi let go of Han Zaixing, turned around and left.

His back was cold and lonely, with a strong aura about him.

Zhan Wenshu breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around and looked at Han Zaixing lying on the sofa. "Yes, please calm down first."

"What's the matter? When you calm down, we can sit down and talk."

After saying that, Zhan Wenshu looked at Zhan Lian who was leaving and chased after him.

At the same time, she took out her mobile phone and made a call.

It's not going to be easy tonight.

"beep……"

The call went through, and soon, the voice on the phone came.

Zhan Wenshu said: "Brother..."

"Okay!"

A sudden startling sound came from behind.

Zhan Wenshu stopped and turned to look at Zhan Le.

The sound just now belonged to Zhan Le.

But this time she turned around, Zhan Wenshu stopped moving. She looked at the person standing in front of the sofa, looking at the white knuckles holding the broken teacup.

The sharp fragments pierced Han Zaixing's skin, leaving red blood on his palms.
Chapter completed!