WANG RUIQING
He shivered quietly in his seat, like he was scared to make a sound.
Scared that any small movement from him would trigger an explosion.
And I couldn't blame him.
My heart still pounded from that escape.
It was a good thing Yichen's rut acted up when it did. I only hope he was okay.
I looked through my rearview mirror once again.
No cars I recognized. I released a breath.
It still didn't mean that all was clear.
Fuck, Lang!
I ran an aggressive hand through my hair and winced at the pain that erupted from the wound in my cheek.
I knew I should've kept tailing Yichen. Those two were always plotting something.
I did it diligently for almost a week, and the one day I was too preoccupied… Ugh! If only that Mingyu guy from the race hadn't come to file that report at the precinct.
The moment Chen Yu answered the call, I knew something was off—telling me Lang was at his apartment. I was in front of his freaking apartment when I called!
