Two hundred seventy-three, good news

Luo Shu pulled Lu Hanmo over to Yun Han's side, "This is Yun Han, he's the one who saved me this time." Although her encountering danger was related to Yun Han, without him, she wouldn't have seen the world that surpassed her imagination.

"Thank you!" Lu Hanmo stretched out his hand and sincerely thanked Yun Han.

"No need to be polite! It's what I should do." Yun Han smiled and shook hands with Lu Hanmo, then looked at Luo Shu, "I'm leaving now, we'll meet again in the future."

"Goodbye!" Luo Shu waved at Yun Han with a smile, watching his retreating figure.

When she turned her gaze back to Lu Hanmo, Luo Shu realized that his face was covered with stubble, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked utterly worn out. Her heart ached as she grasped Lu Hanmo's hand, "Have you not slept for a long time?" She knew he must be worried sick about her to look like this.