The mysterious woman had long hair cascading over her fragrant shoulders, exuding an intellectual beauty matured by three parts.
However, her lips were thick, like sausages.
It was quite evident that the mysterious woman perhaps hadn't anticipated Luo Yang's appearance.
And in her mind, Hong Jiaxin should have been inside the room.
Yet she walked in from outside.
As a result, the mysterious woman suddenly became alert.
If the mysterious woman were to throw a concealed weapon, Luo Yang could dodge, and it wouldn't be much of an issue.
But Hong Jiaxin might be in trouble.
Luo Yang gently pulled Hong Jiaxin's hand, indicating she should take a small step back, making it easier for him to protect her.
Given the current situation, Luo Yang had to exercise caution.
As long as he's around, he won't let anyone easily harm Hong Jiaxin.
Unless Luo Yang loses his head, he will fight the enemy to the bitter end.
Whether the mysterious woman is a friend or foe remains unknown.
