Please Hand Over the Ticket

Early the next morning, before dawn had even broken, Fu Junlin had just gotten out of bed.

Someone knocked on his door.

When he opened it, Shi Hongyu stood outside in thin clothing. Their rooms were not far apart.

Fu Junlin gave a wicked grin, yanked Shi Hongyu inside and into his arms, then slammed the door shut with a bang.

Shi Hongyu immediately punched Fu Junlin hard. Smiling, she halfheartedly resisted him. After the two of them lingered affectionately for quite a while, Shi Hongyu finally said with mock anger:

"Damn stinking man! All you think about is taking advantage of me! You made me worry all night for nothing!"

"Hm? What were you worried about?"

Fu Junlin's hands started wandering.

But Shi Hongyu pressed down on his hands and said seriously:

"Of course I was worried about you. Now that we've arrived here, Zhonghe Institute will definitely make a move. Who knows what methods they might use? You need to stay alert."

Fu Junlin immediately gave a wry smile and reassured her:

"No matter how overbearing Zhonghe Institute is, they wouldn't be so brazen as to assassinate me, would they?

Besides, before they know whether I'm an enemy or an ally, that's even less likely!"

"Hm?"

Shi Hongyu froze for a moment.

Fu Junlin explained:

"They invited me to a meeting. It's probably a meeting where they want me to declare my position.

And even if I really refuse them, they might not be in a hurry to kill me. They'll definitely find a way to make my death valuable.

For example, making me take the blame for something, or having me die on the battlefield.

In short, they'll certainly try to make use of me."

Fu Junlin was completely confident about this. As long as Zhonghe Institute