"Boyan... Lu Boyan?"

After the car galloped at its full speed for ten minutes, Lu Boyan, not saying a word, still held Su Jianan's hand firmly. His knuckles were white.

Her fingers were small and slender and had been clutched by Lu Boyan for a long time. She had to call him.

But there was no response.

Something was wrong.

Usually, after seeing Kang Ruicheng, Lu Boyan should regard him as an opponent. He would never react ...