Beijing is almost two hours' drive from Nanwan.
After a long journey.
We finally entered the Nanwan area.
The road was quiet and beautiful, and the street lights illuminated the car's interior, casting a glow on Jiang Ruan's face. She was huddled in the seat, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the shifting eyes beneath her eyelids indicated her unsettled inner state.
Fu Chi didn't disturb her throughout the journey.
In the end, it was the sound of a cellphone notification that broke the silence.
Jiang Ruan opened her eyes and quickly reached for the phone beneath her.
On pulling it out, she saw that it was an email from an unknown number.
It was a video email.
As Jiang Ruan stared at the anonymous email, her chest heaved faster and faster. She didn't know what to be scared of, her throat was dry.
After a few seconds, she slowly opened the email.
What she saw was a horribly absurd scene.
