The muzzle was still emitting heat, carrying a subtle threat.
"Wait." Xu Si's heart lurched, and her arm trembled as she shook off the well-meaning yet presumptuous hands trying to protect her. She said to him politely, "Jarvis, I don't need your protection. Please take your driver and leave. Thank you for your kindness today. I'll thank you properly later."
Jarvis was puzzled. "I came to take you away. I've been here before; you don't have to worry. I like you. This is what I should do."
The more he explains, the worse it gets.
At this moment, Xu Si inexplicably felt like she was having a secret rendezvous with a lover and had been caught red-handed. It was a very strange feeling.
She also didn't believe Jarvis had the capital to contend with Pei Zhen in the Underground City. If he said much more, the fate of being shot in the head—her fate from her past life—would befall Jarvis too.
