Zhao Linlin was so startled by him that she shivered, quickly grabbing his hand and asked worriedly, "Isn't murder illegal? Won't Bo Qin kill you guys to silence you?"
"If you can't get through this with Hai En, are you planning to leave Weiwei and me widowed?"
Sometimes, Lin Ye really wanted to pry open this girl's head to see what she was thinking.
But seeing her looking so serious, he couldn't bear to, and didn't want to say a harsh word.
The fear in her eyes was real; she truly worried he'd get into trouble, but perhaps not being good at expressing concern, she didn't speak in the nicest way.
Lin Ye hugged her, "Worried about me?"
Zhao Linlin pounded his chest, "Isn't that obvious? How could I not worry? I don't want to be left alone."
Lin Ye, with a serious face, "We're not married yet."
In a strict sense, it doesn't count as being widowed.
Zhao Linlin was unhappy, no, she was really angry; "So, you're just planning to take advantage of me."
