Looking back, the crowd had already become dense.
The ponytailed girl had long since disappeared.
Chen Fang was not willing to give up.
He started searching in the direction where the ponytail had vanished.
He walked about a hundred meters.
A piece of paper appeared on the ground.
Picking it up and opening it, sure enough, it was the one from his wallet.
This was the number Pei Zilai had given him a few hours ago when they had separated.
Standing still.
Looking around.
To the left, there was a small alley, but he had no idea where it led.
It was worth a gamble.
Without another word, Chen Fang entered the alley.
After walking about twenty meters, he suddenly saw the ponytail up ahead, slipping something into a boy's hand.
"Stop right there" was not something Chen Fang would say.
He took off running toward the ponytail.
The ponytailed girl was quite alert.
She suddenly turned around, saw Chen Fang, pushed the boy into another alley, and fled down the opposite alley.
