Louis Lawrence still didn't respond.
Xylia Xandrell was getting anxious.
"Let's go back to that junction, we might have chased in the wrong direction." Xylia said hastily.
This time, Louis reacted, glanced at her sideways, then suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the car stopped by the roadside.
Xylia was thrown around, her face turned pale, her heart pounding with fear.
Once she calmed down, she turned her head to look at Louis.
She saw the man clutching a cigarette between his lips, holding a lighter in his hand.
The sleek black lighter twirled between his fingers, but he showed no intention of lighting it.
"Who is the person you want to chase?" A cold voice echoed in the cramped space of the car.
Xylia bit her lip tightly. After a while, she finally spoke with difficulty, "That man just now."
"Oh?" Louis raised an eyebrow.
