Under the protection of Zheng Liang, the crowd quickly backed away.
"It's okay now. It's okay!" Lin Zifeng felt a surge of joy in his heart, grabbing Nangong Bing's soft waist and holding her tightly.
Nangong Bing was moved to tears, her eyes reddened as she held back her emotions.
But just as Lin Zifeng finished disarming Nangong Bing's bomb, his phone rang again.
"Mr. Lin, how does it feel to defuse a bomb for someone you love? Isn't it frustrating?!"
The man on the other end laughed mechanically.
However, from his voice, Lin Zifeng could tell he was feeling very bleak.
"What if I told you I've already dismantled the bomb?" Lin Zifeng replied with a faint, cold laugh.
Contrary to his expectations, the other party wasn't surprised and burst out laughing: "Mr. Lin, sorry, I was just playing a joke on you earlier. That bomb was never going to explode; it was just packed with some firecracker powder. I guess Mr. Lin must have been very busy."
