"Damn it," Ye Xingguang thought as she was about to get out of the car. But as soon as she opened the car door, something felt off. She quickly slammed the car door shut and stopped Tang Zhou, who was sitting on the other side, from opening his door. "Don't get out, something smells off!"
"What do you mean?"
"I smell a strong scent of ether. I've smelled this before."
The last time Xia Wealth's hired goons had kidnapped her, she'd smelled ether. Her sense of smell was acute, and one whiff was enough for her to remember it. As soon as she'd opened the car door, she noticed the identical smell, and traces of it still linger inside the car, though thankfully not too strong.
The driver in the front seat also felt something was wrong, but his worry was about the car itself. Their car seemed to be suspended, hooked to something. The driver, as if facing a formidable enemy, did not forget to comfort his two distinguished passengers, "Miss Ye, don't worry."
