Qiao Xiaren didn't speak, she just nodded.
Chu Yifei turned the steering wheel, and the car sped away.
As they drove, Qiao Xiaren glanced at the rearview mirror unintentionally and suddenly noticed that a car had been following them. She immediately became alert.
From this angle, she could see that the person inside the car appeared to be wearing a mask, completely obscuring his face.
Driving with a mask and following them? It was clear even without guessing that he was up to no good. Qiao Xiaren let out a cold laugh, her fingers gently tapping on the windowsill, tired of these old tricks that were still being played.
She was certain it was a man in the car.
"Yifei, someone is following us."
"Don't panic, the follower clearly has ill intentions," Chu Yifei swiftly turned the steering wheel, slammed on the brakes, and the car surged forward like a rocket, fast and steady.
