"Good!"
As long as she disposed of that car, all the problems would no longer be problems.
Thinking of this, Xu Pei coldly smiled.
"Lu Hao, you scum, you deserve to die, I'm just carrying out divine justice."
...
...
The sky gradually darkened.
On the pedestrian path beside the river, Leng Zimo was still moving forward along the riverbank.
He would rush over to anyone he encountered, grab them, and show them the photo he held in his hand.
"Have you seen this girl, black T-shirt, white jeans...?"
Nobody recognized that he was Leng Zimo. His suit was covered in mud, his trouser legs bore indistinct bloodstains, his complexion was haggard, and his hair disheveled... Leng Zimo now looked utterly desolate and miserable.
Seeing him, many people would avoid him from afar, treating him as if he were a madman.
Time and again, from noon until dusk.
