"Damn it..." Wen Meimei cursed softly, trying to struggle, but it was in vain.
Forget it, she didn't want to make futile attempts.
Finally, when the young girl calmed down, Qiao Chengxun asked her, "Meimei, do you often receive strange codes on your phone?"
"What codes?" Wen Meimei looked up at him.
Belatedly, she remembered something, and her emotions suddenly became agitated, "Did my phone receive a red alert? Is someone trying to kill me?"
"You know someone wants to kill you?" Qiao Chengxun countered.
It seemed to be true...
It had to be Zhan Ji who decrypted those codes, otherwise, Qiao Chengxun wouldn't have appeared so timely.
Wen Meimei let her head droop listlessly, as if her body had been emptied, "Why isn't it me who's hurt, if I were dead, there wouldn't be so much trouble."
"Don't talk nonsense," Qiao Chengxun interrupted coldly.
But Wen Meimei had no reaction, her head heavily resting against his chest, her mouth kept emitting sounds of despair.
