The secretary paused for a second, and without any hesitation, said, "Alright."
These two minutes felt like the most agonizing time of his life. In these two minutes, he thought a lot, and in the last ten seconds, the warehouse door suddenly opened from the outside, and Chen Huan walked in, draped in clothes: "What's going on?"
He widened his eyes in panic and gestured for her to leave: "Get out of here quickly?"
Chen Huan, puzzled, stepped forward two steps, "What on earth is going on? What are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
Three...
Two...
One...
It's too late to leave now.
He closed his eyes in despair, thinking that his short life had reached its end like this.
"Tian Ping? What's gotten into you?" The woman's murmur sounded in his ear, inexplicably adding a touch of warmth to the quiet night.
The anticipated explosion and pain did not occur.
