If They don't Know Fear, I will Make Them
Lights flash by their faces as they drove through the long highway leading to Jiang Yanyu's residence. The super black Aventador dashed across the streets like a black ghost chasing after its victims. It was already past ten in the evening, and yet there were still many cars on the other side of the street. The only one going in their direction was the black car that had no reflection.
Chuan Nayi was on the phone the entire time Liu Xiaodan was driving. She was hoping that Jiang Yanyu would pick it up and say things like she was in the bathroom… or that she was eating… or that—anything… as long as she picked up the phone herself. It'd been minutes and twenty missed calls, yet Jiang Yanyu still didn't answer.