Sometimes he really feels that man plans, but God decides. This world is so strange—people he doesn't want to see keep appearing over and over.
Shangguan Hong struggled for a moment, "Let go of me, or I'll shout."
"Go ahead, shout. You've only been here for a little while and managed to steal jewelry worth hundreds of thousands. Your bag must be pretty full now, right?"
"You..." Shangguan Hong looked helplessly at Yang Fan, "What exactly do you want?"
"Come with me." He wrapped an arm around Shangguan Hong's waist and walked her over to the other side.
"Where are we going?" Shangguan Hong frowned in disbelief; she had experienced this guy's capabilities before, and falling into his hands meant total ruin. "You just want the stuff I stole, right? I'll give it to you." If necessary, Shangguan Hong was ready to give it all up.
Yang Fan chuckled, "Don't be scared. I'm not interested in what you stole. I want to talk about something else."
"Something else?"
