It was a man wearing glasses, who was hidden between several cars, his camera aiming at something across the street.
"Shen Yishu?"
I called out softly.
He made a gesture for me to be quiet, then pointed across the street.
I abandoned my plan to get out of the car and looked out through the window.
And spotted a familiar figure.
The man was tall and thin, dressed in a black trench coat. The high collar of his coat concealed his resolute face.
He wore sunglasses and a black mask.
Even from a distance, this man emanated a strong aura.
Having been married to him for more than a decade, I recognized it immediately, no matter how well it was disguised.
That man was Gu Yuanzhou.
He was talking to a short man with a head full of curly hair.
The curly-haired man seemed to hold him in great respect, nodding slightly as he listened to whatever he was saying.
I guessed that Gu Yuanzhou had just learned the address of Little Curly Hair from Song Shixiong and rushed over immediately.
