When Nanfeng walked into the lounge, he held curly hair while comforting him, his eyes swept across Yan Biao and Zuo Yu. He had already learned from the anti-smuggling team that the two were safe and sound, and after confirming with his own eyes, he felt relieved.

At this time, all Nanfeng's IQ was on the dog worth nearly 300 million yuan she was holding. As for the comrades?

Didn’t the comrades stand by the side? They didn’t even hurt their skin.

Seeing Yan Biao and Zuo Yu staring at him in a daze, Nan Feng frowned and urged, "Why are you stunned? Let's go! Go and see the boss!"

Yan Biao: "..."

No! Comrades! I have something to say!

After moving his lips, Yan Biao still held back the words, but looked at Nan Feng, who was holding a dog with an indescribable look.

Nan Feng didn't know that the two of them were worried about his life, so he took Yan Biao and Zuo Yu back from the anti-smuggling team with his dog.

Fang Zhao was still lying on the hospital bed, and he was now restricted from moving. Even if the wound had healed, he still had to lie on the hospital bed.

Nanfeng carried the dog and led Yan Zuo and the other two into the ward.

As soon as he entered Fang Zhao's ward, curly hair jumped out of Nan Feng's arms, ran over with his tail hanging down, and jumped onto the hospital bed with his legs kicked, humming in a low voice, sounding very aggrieved. The dog had two obvious tears at the sight. He raised his head and asked Fang Zhao to see the bare dog collar on its neck, and then lay on the bed and cried until it twitched.
Chapter completed!