"Damn it! Where did the USB drive go?!" Zhang Huasheng's tone was filled with hatred and arrogance.
Meanwhile, Pei Zhiyao, having returned home, began to feel uneasy, as if a premonition was quietly disturbing his mind.
He tried to suppress the panic inside him, walked into his room, closed the door, as if to isolate all the uneasy elements of the outside world.
The words Wen Mian had said during the day were like a thorn in his heart, preventing him from finding peace.
The more he tried to shake off this unease, the stronger it grew inside his heart.
He clenched his cellphone, hesitated for a moment, then dialed Wen Mian's number.
"The subscriber you dialed has turned off their phone..."
The voice from the phone, like a cold drizzle, hit him right in the heart.
Pei Zhiyao furrowed his brow, an intense feeling of wrongness made it impossible for him to stay calm any longer.
He quickly stood up, went to the garage, and started the car.
