Soon, two cars made their way onto a less-traveled road and started a chase.
As the last glimmer of light disappeared on the horizon, dusk enveloped the surroundings, and street lights began to glow dimly. After an indeterminate amount of time, Nan Mufeng finally forced the other car to a stop.
He opened his door, strode over with an ominous expression.
Step by step, his footfalls were firm and resolute, like a hero approaching his foe. Even beneath the streetlights, his domineering aura didn't subside in the slightest.
Ailin couldn't help herself and quietly took out her phone to snap a picture of Nan Mufeng.
"Click!"
Just as Nan Mufeng reached the Lamborghini, the driver willingly opened the door and stepped out.
"Yuan Fei?" Ailin was shocked.
Yuan Fei leaned lightly against the car, supporting himself with one hand on the door, and looked at Nan Mufeng. He extended his other hand, "Young Master Nan, I'm Yuan Fei. It's a pleasure to meet you."
