After dinner, the four of them returned to the dormitory, packed up briefly, and went out to gather.
As they walked towards the parking lot, Song Guanchao suddenly felt that someone was following him.
He stopped, took out a cigarette, and as he lit it, adjusted his body and glanced back, seeing a familiar figure.
It was a man in his early thirties, someone he vaguely remembered having a good relationship with Zhou Xin.
But he couldn't recall his name.
When he stopped, the man also stopped, pretending to take out his phone and make a call.
When Song Guanchao continued walking, the man continued to follow.
Song Guanchao confirmed that the person was indeed following him.
He could roughly guess the person's intention.
Obviously unable to find any clues, they thought about getting something ready-made from him.
Wishful thinking.
"Can you smoke a little less?" Chen Yirou waved away the cigarette smoke floating over, complaining.
Song Guanchao said, "We're being followed."
