In the night, a second-hand Jetta navigated through the traffic.
Lin Chen drove with a furrowed brow, lost in thought, while Li Xiaohan sat quietly beside him.
Bathed in moonlight, Li Xiaohan's beautiful eyes occasionally glanced at Lin Chen, filled with curiosity about this young man.
Just who was this young man? A fashion designer, a Divine Doctor, a martial arts expert, and now he had even become the master of Shanghai's underworld.
Now, the more she looked at this young man before her, the more unclear he seemed to her; he was like a riddle, feeling so close, yet also impossibly distant.
"Lin Chen, thank you for saving me again today," Li Xiaohan smiled, breaking the silence of the night.
"It's nothing, how could I let that kind of trash harm a woman who has been in a hotel room with me?" Lin Chen replied with a light smile.
As the two chatted, Lin Chen's phone suddenly rang.
