Tang Zheng bent over, moving quickly along the street on the right. Fang Zhiwen clenched her teeth and followed behind without complaining of fatigue. After treatment from the Silver Trojan, she was in good condition now.
After advancing about two hundred meters and about to pass a crossroad, Tang Zheng suddenly stopped. Caught off guard, Fang Zhiwen bumped into him.
"Shh!" Tang Zheng made a silencing gesture and pulled Fang Zhiwen into a gift shop nearby.
"Where is everyone? They didn't even lock the door." Fang Zhiwen was going to ask as she looked at the goods on the shelves but was interrupted by the faint sound of horse hooves.
The white, rich, and beautiful girl imitated Tang Zheng, hiding behind the shelves, and created a gap between gift boxes to observe the situation outside through the glass window.
