In the evening, the city was surrounded by the warm light of the setting sun. The traffic on the road had already returned to its usual prosperity and liveliness.
Lin Qingqian walked out of the company and saw the car parked by the roadside. She walked over.
Not far away, a black motorcycle sped over. From the corner of her eye, Lin Qingqian saw that she had already passed the sidewalk when it came over.
Except—
The motorcycle suddenly sped up. She subconsciously stopped in her tracks and wanted to dodge, but the other party did not seem to have any intention of avoiding her and was charging straight at her.
Lin Qingqian was stunned. Before she could react, a force suddenly pulled her back.
She turned around and bumped into a warm chest. Her heart was still beating wildly. When she looked up at Han Liubai, there was still a trace of fear in his eyes.
