1277 Yingluo, Run!

Xia Yingluo walked out of the cafeteria with anger still written on her face. She flagged down a cab and headed back to the training camp.

What she hadn't noticed was that a black car had been parked across the street and that a woman sitting inside had been looking at her from the one-way glass window.

"Miss," the chauffeur asked that woman. "Do we follow them?"

That woman's voice was cold and distant. "What for? So that they'll notice us?"

The chauffeur dared not say any more upon realizing that she was in a bad mood.