"Gong Shirao—" Zhan Nanjue saw her walking further and further away and quickly rushed over.
Just as Gong Shirao turned around, Zhan Nanjue's arm was suddenly grabbed by Ou Yimo who had followed closely...
"Azhan!"
Gong Shirao looked back and saw Zhan Nanjue and Ou Yimo, pausing for a moment, then looked ahead again as a sharply dressed handsome man opened the car door for her. She thanked him and got into the luxury car.
Zhan Nanjue saw the man and Gong Shirao talking and laughing as they got into the car, sitting next to her, and his heart was inexplicably chaotic.
Almost instinctively, he brushed off Ou Yimo's hand to chase the car, but the car was moving too fast, and even though he ran with great speed, it was still very difficult to catch up.
"Gong Shirao!! Gong Shirao!!!"
"Azhan—" Ou Yimo shouted loudly after him, but she only saw the back of him chasing the car. She stood frozen in place, her hands clenched tightly, a trace of inescapable hatred flashing in her eyes.
