Xing Jiuan sat in the young man's car. The young man opened the door to the back seat for her and invited her in like a gentleman.
Xing Jiuan sat right in.
On the way, Xing Jiuan switched on her phone again.
Lu Zhichen had sent her a message.
He had already arrived at Cheng Nan and asked Xing Jiuan where she was.
[21st: I've already left.]
[21st: Go back. I'll take care of myself.]
[21st: It's getting late. Be careful.]
Lu Zhichen replied almost immediately.
[Lu Zhichen: Jiuan, where are you right now?]
[Lu Zhichen: Have you left Cheng Nan?]
[Lu Zhichen: Is anyone accompanying you?]
[Lu Zhichen: Did something happen?]
When Xing Jiuan saw so many questions, she could only type helplessly.
[21st: I'm fine. Don't worry.]
Lu Zhichen then sent another message. She could feel the worry and grievance through the screen.
