Through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, Qin Xin also saw the situation outside.
A row of more than a dozen gray SUVs fiercely surrounded the parking lot. The drivers in the seats all wore sunglasses and looked unfriendly, closely watching every car and person coming out of the lecture hall.
Qin Xin knew well.
Indeed, these were the people tracking Hong Jingtian.
Five minutes.
As expected, the speed at which they arrived was exactly as she anticipated, without a mistake.
I wonder if that fool Hong Jingtian managed to get away in time.
No matter, she's given him enough hints, and if he still can't escape the encirclement, his intelligence is truly touching.
Qin Xin withdrew her gaze and apologetically said to Nalan Ye Jue, "Mr. Nalan, I'm really sorry, I... don't know how to drive."
She just wanted to speak clearly here at the lecture hall and be done with it.
If she had to drive him home, who knows what might happen.
