Yang Chen's intuition told him that Zhao Hongyan might be in trouble. Although the other women were too drunk to notice, he saw the unnatural look on her face.
It was late autumn, and the night streets felt chilly with a brisk wind. Few pedestrians were willing to be out at this hour. Occasionally, someone would pass by, moving quickly.
After stepping out of the bar's entrance, Yang Chen looked around, but he didn't see Zhao Hongyan or Yu Hui anywhere. He felt a growing sense of unease and decided to start searching on his own...
Meanwhile, behind the bar, a few dim streetlights illuminated a small parking lot. Zhao Hongyan, wearing a gray knit coat and a short black pleated skirt, walked to a corner of the parking lot. Her long, shapely legs were adorned with black lace stockings, exuding a mature and charming allure. Yet, her face was filled with anxiety and her expression was gloomy.
