Are We Being Followed?

Shen Zhilie narrowed his eyes and raised his guard. He had always possessed a keen sense of awareness. He knew that this feeling of unease hadn't come out of nowhere.

"What's wrong?" Ye Qianqian saw Shen Zhilie stay still for a long while and reached out to nudge his hand.

Shen Zhilie shook his head gently and said, "It's fine. Sit tight."

Ye Qianqian buckled her seatbelt and held on tight to the door. Shen Zhilie looked to his left and to his right once more before finally turning on the ignition. He buckled up and moved the car forward.

Ye Qianqian noticed how watchful he was of his surroundings, and her hair stood on end. Shen Zhilie never acted this way. His actions today were very unusual!

"Old Shen, what did you see?" As Ye Qianqian voiced this question, she trembled. She whipped her head around, only to see the beautiful interior of the luxury car shrouded in darkness. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.