On the road, halfway through the journey, Ling Chen suddenly reduced the speed of the car, cruising slowly along the roadside.
"What's the matter?"
"Someone's following us," Ling Chen said.
Since leaving the company, he had been keeping an eye on the vehicles behind him. As expected, there indeed was someone secretly following them. The followers were extremely cautious, continuously switching between several vehicles to tail them, but such tricks were not enough to elude Ling Chen's watchful eyes.
Nanrong Wanqing glanced at the rear of the car. With the traffic too heavy, she couldn't tell which vehicle Ling Chen was referring to.
"Is it that assassin?"
"No, those people are probably after me."
Nobody knew that Nanrong Wanqing was in his car, so it was impossible for the opposition to be targeting her. It was very likely that the mysterious organization was preparing to retaliate against him.
"Can we shake them off?"
