Fan Shi sat in the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as if he was holding onto a life-saving straw. His eyes were fixed on the door of the small villa on the right.
His expression was somewhat strange, as if he had been provoked. His eyes were red, as if they could drip blood.
He mumbled, " sister, only you can help me. Only you.
That series of shouts was like a madman who had lost his mind and was shouting wildly, as if he had been possessed.
At that moment, the door of the small villa suddenly opened, and a black BMW drove out.
Fan Shi was overjoyed. He stepped on the accelerator and followed them out as if he had gone crazy.
He didn't follow too closely, as if he was afraid of being discovered by the people in front. He kept a distance between them, and there were about two cars in between.
As fan Shi drove, he kept talking about his sister, his expression crazed.
Finally, the car in front entered a fork in the road.
