She didn't rush out, but slowly dug out her phone from her carryall and aimed it at Zhan Se, who faced her from the side—
Click!
A beautiful picture was born.
"Such a beautiful woman, surely everyone would like her?" she mused.
Lifting her chin, she smiled, her long fingernails pressing down, and she hit send.
Once out of Sansi, Ai Muran drove her white BMW X7, pushing the gas pedal almost to the floor, the speed sending the tall buildings and twinkling light boxes on either side of the highway far behind her. Soon, the streetlights on either side blurred into a bright ribbon of light under her extreme speed.
Has this woman gone mad?
Zhan Se wondered, her eyes slightly narrowed, quietly observing her using the light from outside the car.
The diagnosis—The lady was certainly troubled today!
Her current mood was clearly one of anxiety, tension, disquiet, or even a state of excitement.
Either she had outmaneuvered someone or she was in the midst of doing so.
