Su Huan's jawline tightened momentarily, and the corner of his mouth lifted.
So, he went home to grind his teeth. He liked this kind of sharp-teeth type, one by one, it was interesting to pick them apart.
Su Huan looked down at the tense Bao Qingqing, turned her head by holding her head, placed the communicator on top of her head, patted her tense face, and smiled, "Hold it up well, or I'll break your legs."
The latter stiffly held the communication terminal with her hands, her shapely figure exposed by the action.
She still couldn't figure out how Su Huan found them.
She had set out first, leaving no traces along the way, staying more than a hundred kilometers ahead of the Armed Train, with various shielding devices, yet she was found just like that.
Bao Qingqing bitterly bit her lower lip, almost to the point of drawing blood.
Clearly the plan was so close, damn it, what went wrong?
Just as she was engulfed in doubt, she caught a glimpse of Su Huan raising a hand.
