"Sir, there seems to be a car following us."
Looking at the rearview mirror, the chauffeur spoke up.
Jiang Zhou shot a glance backwards.
"That black one, right? I think I saw it when we got down the mountain."
Lu Ning turned to look at Song Qinghe. "Another personal grudge? Let us out of the car, I don't want my little brother to get involved in an accident."
Song Qinghe looked at her, his vibrant peach eyes staring at her somewhat coolly. "We're on the same boat. Don't even think about running away."
Lu Ning: "…"
Song Qinghe said to the chauffeur, "To the office."
"Understood."
The car turned around and drove in another direction. The car that had been tailing behind them did not react in time, driving off in the opposite direction.
