Lin Nuan hadn't forgotten that Qin Zhe had pointed a gun at Fu Huai'an.
Although she had never experienced combat camaraderie, she knew such feelings were significant in one's heart.
She was in a dilemma—on the one hand, she was worried about Fu Huai'an and didn't want him to go, but on the other, she feared that if she didn't let Fu Huai'an go and something happened to Qin Zhe, Fu Huai'an might feel guilty for life.
Finally, Lin Nuan let go of Fu Huai'an's hand and said to him, "When Tuan Tuan has had enough fun in Dubai, we'll return home!"
Lin Nuan felt that danger lurked everywhere overseas.
"We'll talk about it when I get back!" Fu Huai'an didn't agree to it immediately. He got up and squeezed Lin Nuan's petite hand. "Don't worry!"
Lin Nuan didn't nod, watching as Fu Huai'an left the house. Tuan Tuan's little hand tugged at Lin Nuan's sleeves as he looked up at the frowning and solemn Lin Nuan.