Su Xing was a bit worried, even a little scared, because when Ding Zhen saw him just now, he felt as if he was being watched by a wild wolf during a hunt. It was a little frightening.
But he didn't think much about it and quickly immersed himself in the joy of surviving the disaster. After all, there was nothing better than letting a fool continue to fool himself.
Looking at the scenery passing by the window, Ye Fengsheng's expression was not very pretty.
He wasn't someone who easily complained about the unfairness of the world, but the messy things he encountered at this moment really made him, someone who detests trouble, begin to hate trouble.
The taxi was heading in an obscure direction, a route familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar, presumably towards Linjiang Mountain, but as the passing vehicles became increasingly scarce, Ye Fengsheng inexplicably felt uneasy.
"Stop."
He spoke to the taxi driver, looking at the driver's profile. Ye Fengsheng handed out some money.
