Standing in front of the ancient temple once again, Zhou Jiao didn't hesitate. She knelt down and kowtowed three times toward the main gate, then quickly ran down the mountain.
Time, it was the one thing she lacked right now.
She had to reach the guesthouse before midnight. She could use the excuse that a family elder was on the night shift, so she had to return. Or she could say she went for a late-night snack after a movie, and the chatting went on late.
The darkness brought great advantage to Zhou Jiao, something she hadn't noticed yet. If she hadn't been driving, the patrols would have definitely stopped her for questioning.
But as she sped along, her quick pace brought good fortune as well. People occasionally passing by the city gate thought such a fast car must be rushing to the hospital.
Playing a game against time, she finally managed to arrive near the guesthouse with her watch just past eleven.
