The shrill, piercing sound of the horn rose in the underground garage, urging that damned man to appear!
But still, nobody showed up for ages.
He tempted and threatened her to come; where was he?
Alright, this was his own failure to show up.
She couldn't be blamed.
Liang Anya couldn't wait any longer; she pressed the accelerator, ready to start the engine and leave, when a dark shadow slipped past the car window.
With a "screech," the car door was yanked open!
Before Liang Anya could react, the shadow had darted into the car with lightning speed and sat down in the passenger seat.
Si Yuheng was dressed in all-black running attire, showcasing his well-toned, lean physique, his dark brown hair covered by an attached hood. Wearing a pair of black sunglasses on his Eurasian face, in the dimly lit interior of the car, he nearly blended into the darkness. Looking in from outside the car through the window, it was almost impossible to see someone sitting in the passenger seat.
