JUN'S POV
She's safe. She's safe.
I repeat the mantra silently, trying to calm my racing heart. But no matter how many times I say it, the image of Yiren trembling, pale and vulnerable, won't leave my head.
As soon as my plane landed and I switched off flight mode, Meimei's message popped up: "We've shifted to the construction site. Yiren's office is too crowded, and nothing's happening there."
My heart plummeted. Why didn't she tell me sooner? A construction site at night is a recipe for disaster, and leaving Yiren there as bait felt like dangling a lamb in front of an animal.
By the time I reached the site, the disaster had already happened. It took every ounce of restraint not to barge in and rip that bastard's head clean off his shoulders.
Meimei's voice in my ear, calm yet urgent, held me back: "Wait, Jun. We have snippers ready to kill him if he make a move on her."