After the driver finished speaking and saw no response for a long time, he hurriedly glanced at the back seat.
He stepped on the brake, bringing the car to a screeching halt by the roadside, his eyes widened in shock.
No one was in the car, only a hundred-dollar bill.
"Damn it, how can there be ghosts in broad daylight!"
The driver rubbed his eyes, and beads of sweat immediately formed on his forehead.
Below Lin's Group building, Lin Yingying's car had already been towed away by the police, surrounded by scorched flower beds, oil stains on the road, and some traces of the explosion.
"I've been gone for just two days, and they think I'm dead?"
Long Fei stood there, using the spiritual power stored in his Divine Sea to reverse time, quickly witnessing last night's explosion scene.
Lin Yingying drove out of the underground garage when suddenly a black shadow appeared in front of the car, striking it with a palm and blowing it up.
