Lu Jingchen glanced at Bo Leshen, who was swiftly catching up from behind, a faint smirk rising on his lips, yet he still started the car directly.
Bo Leshen, watching Lu Jingchen's car, couldn't help but quicken his pace, but in the end, the car was faster. Helplessly watching the vehicle gradually disappear from sight, his eyes darkened as he took out his phone and dialed that most familiar number without hesitation.
Seated in the car, still wiping tears and sniffling, Jian Xia's hands paused as her phone rang. Without even thinking, she knew who it was calling.
Looking at her phone, though she had impulsively deleted it from her contacts in a fit of rage today, that number she knew by heart glared back at her, clearly indicating it was that man calling.
For a moment, she was torn between answering and not answering, her fingers stroking the edge of the phone without moving.
