"I'm sorry," Xing Jiuan suddenly said.
"I didn't do what I promised you.
Lu Zhichen did not drive fast. When he heard this, he stopped by the side.
This was still the suburbs. The roads were empty, and there were no streetlights. It looked a little scary.
"21, I was very worried about you," Lu Zhichen said softly.
When he found out that Xing Jiuan had arrived at the southern part of the city, he had put aside the matters at hand and rushed over.
God knew how panic-stricken he was.
He was not someone who believed in fate or divination. However, when the person involved was Xing Jiuan, he felt even more fear.
He was afraid that something would happen to her.
"I was a little afraid."
Xing Jiuan lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"…Jiuan, if there's a next time, can you bring me along?
"I'll come with you. Don't go alone."
Xing Jiuan looked at Lu Zhichen's gaze and subconsciously agreed.
