Bang!
A person rushed out of the gate quickly, and right after that, a wooden stick as thick as an arm slammed heavily onto the door.
It was a close shave, indeed!
Qin Hai looked back and immediately broke out in a cold sweat down his back. Damn, good thing I'm quick on my feet, or else I'd have been hit with that stick again.
As he heard footsteps coming from inside the house, Qin Hai took off running and soon sped out of Lijing Garden and hopped into a taxi.
Behind him, Lin Qingya, holding the wooden stick, furiously chased after him, grinding her teeth in anger as she watched the taxi disappear into the night. President Lin hissed in frustration, "Hmph, you might run from the monk, but not from the temple. If you dare, then don't ever come back!"
Perhaps the president's curse was too deep, but despite having gotten into the car, Qin Hai still sneezed, then took his persistently ringing phone out of his pocket.
