Gong Xue'er was being dragged by her collar by Lu Haotian.
She was like a puddle of mud, completely devoid of strength.
Yet she couldn't stop laughing.
Her gaze was fixed on Lu Haotian's face: "Lu Haotian, you just can't bear to let Xia Yangyang die, right? The more you can't bear it, the more I want her to die. Lu Haotian, I've given up. Since I can't be with you alive, I'll haunt you as a ghost. You can't get rid of me in this lifetime, the next, or forever!"
Gong Xue'er really seemed like a madwoman.
Ah Shui looked at the blinking remote control on the ground and was momentarily panic-stricken.
Ah Shui murmured: "Brother Gu, this woman can't be telling the truth, can she? Do you think the expert underground has really defused all the bombs?"
Gu Qichen also wore a heavy expression, even his brows furrowed.
Ah Shui knew things were not going well.
Perhaps it was all true.
And at that moment.
A few special forces soldiers and bomb disposal experts came out of the villa.
