Something grabbed Su Zhinian's heart tightly, preventing his blood from flowing through his veins. His hand on the steering wheel was shaking greatly. He stepped on the gas pedal with great force, and his car shot out of the police station. His other hand keyed in her number once more shakily and pressed the call button.
Similar to before, it rang for a long time, but there was no answer.
Su Zhinian felt his heart constrict at a rapid speed as an inexplicable fear crawled through it and sent waves of chills down his spine. He turned at a junction without looking at the traffic light and sped toward Song Qingchun's company.
Two hundred meters later, Su Zhinian was suddenly reminded of the question Song Qingchun asked him that morning, "There is an event at Song Empire this afternoon, are you going?"
It was he who had approved that event.
