"Rest assured," He Xing's gaze settled on the distance, where Fu Han had just left, his deep voice filled with unwavering confidence, "The bodyguards I've arranged for Fu Han are ex-mercenaries, and they will definitely ensure her safety."
"That's good to hear," the He family patriarch waved his hand dismissively, and closed his eyes to bask in the sun once more, without giving He Xing another glance.
The Lamborghini roared to life, taking off like an arrow released from a bow, impatient as a star chasing the moon.
Even after He Xing had passed through the lower gatehouse, he had not caught up with Fu Han.
He mused that the two minutes he had spent speaking with his grandfather were apparently long enough for Fu Han to have vanished from view, suggesting he had underestimated her driving skills.
After some thought, He Xing took out his phone and made a call, "Hello, have you caught up with Fu Han?"
"I'm on her tail," came a voice as grinding as a millstone.
