[133] Damn it, fuck off, Mu Lingqian

A woman was sitting in the passenger seat...

The sight before her left Wen Xiangyang rooted to the spot as if struck by thunder.

Through the car window, she could see a woman leaning against the back of the car, her long hair blocking her face. Wen Xiangyang couldn't see the woman's face, but she could see Mu Lingqian's hand on her body.

The glee in Wen Xiangyang's eyes gradually chilled, and she tightened her grip around the still-warm lunch box. Her face paled a bit.

Noticing that he had caught up but Wen Xiangyang hadn't spoken for quite a while, the driver glanced at her, taking note of her awful complexion, "Hey, miss, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Wen Xiangyang shook her head, forcing a weak smile, "Uncle, could you follow that car? When it stops, you can drop me off."

The driver, glancing at Wen Xiangyang then at the taxi he'd just overtaken, remembered seeing a man and woman in it. Could it be...