Elder Fu cast another sympathetic glance at He Tang.
He Tang's eyes reddened but soon returned to her usual facade.
She bent down to enter the car and sat down next to Zhang Qian.
Throughout the journey, the rain poured down on the windshield, and the sound of the wipers echoed over and over again.
Since He Tang got into the car, nobody had spoken a word.
Zhang Qian was injured, wearing a neck brace, and kept his gaze fixed forward, silent.
Yet, inside He Tang felt as if drums were pounding in her chest.
Because she knew that the quieter it was, the angrier Zhang Qian was.
She was aware that Elder Fu would contact Zhang Qian the moment she ran away.
Based on her understanding of Zhang Qian,
he wouldn't come to catch her personally.
Zhang Qian seemed to possess a "Magic Power," his network so extensive that he had intimate knowledge of every place He Tang had been.
Although she didn't understand how he managed it,
Zhang Qian was confident she couldn't escape his grasp.
