The next day!
Six-thirty in the evening.
Below the apartment building.
Lin Fan furiously swung his head around. He kept feeling that somewhere around him, there were sets of eyes strangely fixated on him. It was a disturbing feeling, the feeling of being watched.
After looking around for a while, he couldn't determine the source of the eyes. There wasn't much time left too. It wouldn't be nice to be late.
As he drove off in his car, three silhouettes emerged from a hidden place.
"Quick, get on the car. Otherwise, we won't be able to keep up."
"Hehe, he won't bring us with him but does he think we can't go ourselves?"
…
Shanghai Television Station main entrance.
"You must be Teacher Lin," a young man immediately went forward and greeted him.
He was startled. What did this guy call him?
Teacher Lin?
That's a nice title.
"Mmm." Lin Fan nodded without a shred of modesty.
