Fortunately, no one saw him being carried off by a woman as he fled for his life.
Chu Fan let out a sigh of relief at the thought.
Hold on—
Someone *had* seen him after all.
Chu Fan turned his head and met the gaze of the young constable staring right at him.
Chu Fan immediately narrowed his eyes.
"..."
The young constable was taken aback.
'This man clearly helped me when I was in mortal danger. Why the sudden hostility?'
Wait...
Chu Fan suddenly came back to his senses.
'I'm wearing a mask. Neither Second Miss Fang nor the young constable knows what I look like.'
'In that case, it's not so embarrassing after all.'
...
Carrying the two men, Fang Qingqing executed her Qinggong and darted into a dark alley.
After winding through the streets for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, she ducked into a courtyard.
"He didn't follow us."
She set Chu Fan and the constable down, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow.
"You two..."
