Luo Qiangwei stopped in her tracks. Mo Shiche saw the hesitation and weighing of options on her face, and since it was obviously an urgent matter, he took a step forward and said, "I'll take you there; it will be the fastest."
Luo Qiangwei thought for less than five seconds before nodding in agreement.
Without a doubt, him taking her would indeed be the fastest, and most importantly, if he didn't let her go, he would just be delaying her.
The address Luo Qiangwei provided was very remote, in a village at a certain distance from Jiang City.
All the way there, Luo Qiangwei was absent-minded, checking her phone every few minutes or sending a text message, her usually elegant and chilly face coated with anxiety and concern.
Of course, all of this did not escape the man who was always watching her closely.
Mo Shiche spoke indifferently, "Are you going to see a friend, or is it the person who has caused you to need money?"
Her answer was very vague, "Both."
