C55 Respect

Fu Zhongzheng was leisurely driving the car, while Fong Dieh wore an expression as if she were heading to her doom. Suddenly, a pang of guilt hit him. How could he deceive such a kind-hearted girl? He freed one hand to pat Fong Dieh's shoulder. "It's okay, Dieh. We're not going to die."

Fong Dieh hesitantly looked up at Fu Zhongzheng, then glanced at the timer bomb strapped to his waist