Xu Lin practically wanted to engrave the words "he doesn't dare" right onto Fu Shilv's forehead.
The situation outside remained uncertain, so they stayed within the hotel as much as possible. Right now, Sheng Youxia's priority was to get her passport reissued.
Xu Lin had urgently summoned reinforcements, and Sheng Youxia followed his arrangements throughout. When they went out to handle the passport, he stayed by her side, not even taking a single step away, and had arranged for two cars filled with personnel to accompany them, front and rear.
Sheng Youxia sat next to him, saying, "I must've caused you to miss quite a bit of your work, haven't I?"
"What's with the formality? Don't say anything—you owe me dinner when we get back."
Sheng Youxia's lips curved faintly. "Alright."
Fu Shilv's car followed at a distance, and vague glimpses of their figures sitting together could still be seen.