Liao Tingting actually hired mercenaries to deal with Han Xi. Fortunately, the people protecting Han Xi were special forces from the military; otherwise, ordinary bodyguards wouldn't have been a match for them.
After the car left the Eiffel Tower, Han Xi finally relaxed. She took out her phone and sent the selfies she had just taken to Lu Jinghan.
Soon, a call from Lu Jinghan came in. Han Xi glanced at the screen and smiled as she pressed the answer button.
"Honey, I miss you."
Lu Jinghan stood in front of the office's floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers holding the cigarette tapping on the glass absentmindedly.
"Me too," Han Xi whispered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she continued, "Just now, we actually saw someone fighting with knives, scared me to death."
"Go back to the hotel now. Wait until Chu Ci is done with work, then come back."
Lu Jinghan's brow slightly furrowed, his deep, obscure eyes dark and unreadable through the misty smoke.
