Xia Weibao glanced behind her. At this hour, there were still quite a lot of cars on the highway.
Everything looked perfectly normal, nothing out of the ordinary.
She withdrew her gaze, her mind vaguely ill at ease.
"What's wrong?" asked Lu Hualiang, who was driving.
"I feel like someone's tailing us, but it might just be my imagination."
Lu Hualiang's lips quirked. "It's not your imagination."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned the steering wheel and the car suddenly pulled into the side lane.
There were lots of cars on the road. Relying on his excellent driving skills, Lu Hualiang slipped through every gap, the car moving like a ghost, coming and going like the wind.
After a few turns, he successfully shook off the people following them.
He took out his phone, typed a text while driving, and sent it out. Someone would handle it.
"Who was following us?" Xia Weibao felt a bit regretful.
