Young Master Zhuo's face looked more terrifying than the typhoon a few days ago.
"Follow them!"
He wanted to see just what that pesky little imp had been doing behind his back.
A Maybach capable of reaching speeds of 350 km/h was crawling at a snail's pace down the street.
After a while, they saw them walk into a restaurant.
Zhuo Junyue felt even more on edge, he had rushed back early in the morning and had managed to snatch a piece of bread for breakfast.
He had planned to come back at noon to have lunch with her.
But it turned out, she was still eating well when he was not around, and someone was even keeping her company.
In the restaurant, Su Ningyan and Gu Moyang grabbed a spot by the window.
Gu Moyang, who was an investigator, given his sharp reflexes, how could he not have noticed the bizarrely slow Maybach earlier?
As he was sitting in the restaurant, he looked down from his perch, seeing the car that had stopped outside.
