Jiang Yao stood as she looked at the group of people—there were more than a hundred of them. It took only one glance for her to identify the man with the outstanding figure.
He had a gun and wore a mask; he stood at the back in his military boots, and he gave his commands with simple gestures.
He did not look at her, but she knew that he must have seen her.
That was her man—Lu Xingzhi!
When Madam Chai pointed a gun at her, he descended from the sky and shot her weapon down. It was magical.
The man had sworn to protect her, and he had done it.
That was the man who had sworn to protect her, and he had done it.
He had appeared like a miracle—he gave her stability and great hope.
He was hers.
Jiang Yao looked at the man—he was so busy that he could not even spare her a glance. Her heart was in turmoil; she felt as if she wanted to cry.
"Report, sir! We have all members from the Chai family in our control!"