"A martial artist saved me. I ran away when they were engaged in a fight," Lin Haihai said, trying to cook up an excuse.

"I see. You must be very lucky then." Yang Shaolun suppressed the internal turmoil within him and forced himself to keep his distance from her.

"Yeah." Lin Haihai found Yang Shaolun's attitude was slightly different, as though he was deliberately keeping a distance. Could it be because of the forced kiss? Lin Haihai was vexed. She was his brother's wife, and yet she dissolutely seduced her own brother-in-law; what debauchery! No wonder he looked uncomfortable; he must have a bad impression of me. Lin Haihai bowed her head and fell silent.

Observing her sudden crestfallen face, his heart throbbed in pain, but he wasn't able to offer any comforting words. However, he was surprised by the lack of panic or fear on her face. She didn't look like she had been abducted, but rather as though she had been out to play and was depressed over being caught in a downpour. Also, would there actually be a martial artist who coincidentally passed by to save her when it was raining cats and dogs? On top of that, that person was able to take on the numerous assassins while ensuring her safety and giving her the opportunity...