But, in those few seconds of rescue, Gu Xiaoer was pressed into the cabin by Han Luoxi.
The helicopter flew further and further away, and Gu Xiaoer was getting farther away from them.
"Xiao Er!" Everyone shouted at the slowly diminishing helicopter.
The helicopter went farther and farther.
Besides the rumbling sound, Han Luoxi's rampant laughter kept echoing.
Han Luoli, who had finally reunited with Gu Xiaoer, once again watched his beloved woman disappear before his eyes.
He grunted, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He had accidentally been ambushed by them while dealing with two assassins.
The man quickly wiped it away with his hand, not letting anyone notice.
His eyes were cold and murderous, equally hating his own helplessness, equally hating his inability to protect her, letting her fall into danger time and again.
Dammit!
Han Luoli clenched his fist, Han Luoxi, you really deserve to die!
But panic followed.
