The black sedan sped away, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.
Fu Bai frowned, what did that mean?
He faithfully relayed the message to Pei Qinghan, who had been resting with his eyes closed. The man's eyes suddenly snapped open, a sharp glint in his gaze flashing momentarily before disappearing.
He furrowed his brows as if carefully recalling something, his pinky finger slowly rubbing against the pad of his thumb—a small gesture he often made when deep in thought.
Fu Bai held his breath, knowing that now was the best time to remain silent.
Suddenly, Pei Qinghan stood up, "Where is she?"
Fu Bai was somewhat surprised, as he detected a hint of urgency in the eyes of that usually composed man.
"She has already left."
Without another word, Pei Qinghan grabbed his coat and strode out, "Contact Xiao Bei, tell him to stop the car."
Fu Bai wondered what that earlier message meant to make the Boss this anxious.
This Bai Xiangxiang was really something.
