Liu Chen couldn't be bothered to confront the assassins coming from behind, so he just grabbed Jian Songer and ran. Jian Songer's body was very soft, and holding her was especially comfortable, like holding a cloud of cotton.
Liu Chen promised to save her, and his feet moved quickly, soon leaving those behind far out of sight.
By this time, the sky outside had already darkened, and Jian Songer's car had broken down; there was no place to stay.
"Where are you going now?" Liu Chen asked.
"I promised to pay you so much, and you can't even find a place for me to stay?"
Jian Songer retorted angrily. How could this person be so cheap, promising two million but still not satisfied?
"Alright then, I'll find you a place to stay." Liu Chen suddenly remembered that he had just bought a house, which he hadn't even had a chance to move into yet. It would be perfect as a 'bridal room' for him and Jian Songer to, well, make some memories.
