"He Mengji might have planted a bomb in Xinyi's office," Ye Xiong said, snatching the keys from Luo Weiwei's hand and jumping onto the motorcycle.
"I'll go with you." Luo Weiwei hopped onto the back seat, and the motorcycle shot forward.
Luo Weiwei had always thought she was a reckless driver, but in this moment, she realized what true madness on the road was. She clung to Ye Xiong's waist the entire time, not daring to relax for a single second. Her ample bosom was pressed flat against his back, but he was in no mood for such distractions, focused only on twisting the throttle to its limit.
SCREECH!
The motorcycle braked abruptly, skidding to a halt in front of the Xinyi Group building.
After Luo Weiwei got off, she stumbled away and vomited, so dizzy she could barely see straight. By the time she recovered, Ye Xiong was long gone.
Ye Xiong checked his phone—less than ten minutes left. He sprinted upstairs toward Yang Xinyi's office.