If it weren't for Wen Mian's quick reflexes, she might not have escaped this attack.
And the fact that the motorcycle kept troubling her over and over again was definitely not coincidental, but seemed more like...
...a deliberate targeting of Wen Mian, as if pointing her towards certain death.
Wen Mian furrowed her brows, having already deduced the motorcycle's purpose in her heart.
On the other end of the phone, Pei Zhiyao was also worried about Wen Mian's situation. After she called for help, the man immediately rushed over.
When the two met up, the previously anxious Wen Mian finally sighed with relief.
"You're not hurt, are you?"
He tightly grasped Wen Mian's hand, feeling her icy temperature and her trembling palm.
Only when Wen Mian's movements stopped did Pei Zhiyao continue to question her.
"What exactly happened just now? The same motorcycle as before? Did you remember the license plate number?"
