Ling Ye pointed at the red dot, "Look, Second Brother is right here now!"
The three of them simultaneously bowed their heads to look, then breathed a sigh of relief; as long as the red dot was still there, it meant the person was still alive.
...
On the helicopter, Han Luoli and Gu Xiaoer formed a team, both with icy glances at the isolated and helpless Han Luoxi.
Gu Xiaoer's heart was filled with resentment. Standing next to Han Luoli, she no longer felt the fear she had felt earlier, instead, there was a bit of "affectedness."
Gu Xiaoer widened her round eyes, pointing at Han Luoxi, complaining: "Da Luoluo, she cut my hair!"
Pitying as she grabbed the cut-off long ponytail, she felt immensely heartbroken.
Han Luoli's gaze, deep and somber, fell on her ponytail. His large hand gently smoothed it, also feeling quite pained.
"Da Luoluo, she kicked my waist! It hurts so much, there'll certainly be bruises tomorrow!" The girl rubbed her small waist again.
