Tan Jincheng's face looked grim.
In his eyes, as long as Anan was fine, anyone could be sacrificed.
Even though this perfect-bodied Angel sucking blood from his arm might not be evil incarnate, if she impeded his rescue of Anan, then she deserved to die.
Yet he hadn't expected that such a monster would have someone unwilling to let go.
Tan Jincheng just glanced at Lan Chen and understood everything.
He easily saw through Lan Chen's heart; it was overly simple because Lan Chen shared the same gaze and determination as him.
Exactly because of this, Tan Jincheng knew well that he couldn't persuade Lan Chen to take Anan away first, because Lan Chen could never abandon this Angel sucking his blood, just as he could never leave Anan.
Thus, there's no point in saying more meaningless words; saying more would be futile.
But now, what to do?
This perfect-bodied Angel was still continuously sucking his blood.
