C139 His Breath Was His Scent

"Ji Jing'an, it's really you!"

Although he was reprimanding her, she could hear the uncontrollable trembling in his deep voice. She could also hear a strong sense of worry from his hurried footsteps.

Yeh Yufan's eyes focused on him and smiled.

She suddenly noticed that behind him was a row of young special police in camouflage clothing. Everyone was holding a flashlight and a black pistol