This time, the person in charge didn't object since there wasn't much time left. They might end up missing the prime timing.
Bo Jiu had never seen such a look on the Almighty's face, sharp and cold with shattered fragments of lights.
Bo Jiu tugged on her black scarf, prepared to change since the white coat had been delivered. But before she could reach out, Qin Mo had stood in place, replacing the person who was supposed to help her.
The person paused, wanting to protest. But somehow, even though Qin Mo was wearing a black scarf, his dark colored military uniform, the half-exposed face, and the dark and imposing eyes made him step back unconsciously.
She was a technical soldier but her heart would still speed up in front of such a man because his aura was too overwhelming. Was he not the special police that was assigned over?
