Chen Zhaoci had been listed as a dangerous felon this time; as a result, You Mingxu, along with several other officers, were armed. She rode with Xu Mengshan and Yin Feng. As usual, Xu Mengshan was the one driving, and the passenger seat was left empty.
"How reliable is Deng Yao's word?" Xu Mengshan asked.
You Mingxu replied, "Very."
Xu Mengshan snorted coldly, saying, "This time, we must catch that little bastard."
You Mingxu glanced at Xu Mengshan's face-reflected in the rearview mirror. They hadn't seen each other for a few days, and there was nothing unusual about her partner. He seemed like his old self, the same deep-thinking fox. It's as if he had already sorted out and put everything in the past behind him, as if nothing had happened.
A tinge of sadness welled in You Mingxu's heart.
