How could it be him?
They had already completely severed ties; she had ruthlessly rejected his proposal, and he had stated he would no longer appear before her casually.
Yet at this moment, in the dead of night, he drove here alone to rescue her.
In Gu Jiayin's mental world, a slanted wind blew down a myriad of petals, a chaotic and wanton scene.
Sheng Qianchi was evidently impatient. He gritted his teeth, got out of the car, stuffed the bewildered woman into the passenger seat, and swiftly collected the parachute she had used, throwing it into the trunk.
At this time, police cars arrived with a roar.
He calmly opened the driver's door, pulled the tear-streaked woman into his embrace, stripped off her Eagle Emperor uniform, and tossed it into the back seat.
The next second, he draped his own suit over her and kissed her tenderly.
