A few minutes later, a black Mercedes sped towards An Yiqing's direction. The car stopped steadily, and An Zhiyu jumped out quickly.
An Yiqing didn't say a word and directly got into the driver's seat. An Zhiyu also climbed into the front passenger seat.
With the car door closed, the car shot out like a cheetah, leaving a trail of light and shadow in the night.
Inside the car, it was quiet. Suddenly, An Zhiyu's phone rang. He answered the call, spoke a few sentences, and handed the phone to An Yiqing.
"Hmm, got it, you've worked hard."
An Yiqing only said this one sentence before hanging up the phone. Her face was dark as water, and the low pressure in the car was so intense that An Zhiyu didn't dare to breathe. Suddenly, the already racing Mercedes accelerated again, and the lights outside the window turned into a streak of shadow.
Good, it's that person! Looks like she has given him too many chances!
