Fanatics
"Fanatics? From where?" She exclaimed, as the car slowly made its way back onto the main road. Some of them were still trying to keep up, but eventually, they were blessedly free of human leeches and far, far away from Xue Ning's apartment.
"Everywhere? Who knows really, they've been after me for years," Jingwei said. "Can you use my phone to give Shengli a call? He needs to threaten to sue people again."
"Who?" She asked as she reached into his front pocket to grab his phone. Unlike the first time she did it, there was less hesitation and awkwardness, even if his chest muscle felt just as firm as before.
It also helped that this time, they weren't followed by suspicious black cars. Like the car that tried to kill them the night before. She shivered at how close they came to death.