Wen Sheng was equally shocked to see that the man getting out of the car was Zhou Yuhuai.
"Jo, it's you—"
Zhou Yuhuai sized up Wen Sheng and noticed her dirty sleeve and the two undone buttons on her shirt, he vaguely guessed what had happened.
"Are you okay?" he quickly took off his coat and draped it over Wen Sheng.
Wen Sheng shook her head, "I was stopped by two men when I came out of the subway station—fortunately, you showed up just in time, and they ran away."
Seeing Wen Sheng's unsettled appearance, Zhou Yuhuai directly pulled her arm and stuffed her into the passenger seat of the Mercedes.
"Sit tight, I'm going to make a phone call." Zhou Yuhuai closed the door with a stern face, then walked back onto the sidewalk to make a call.
Through the glass, Wen Sheng noticed that Zhou Yuhuai had a very bad complexion. He paced back and forth, seemingly angry at the person on the other end of the call, and it took half a minute before he hung up and got back into the car.
