"Aren't we going home?" Lu Yiyao looked at Zhang Menglong curiously, as they were heading in a direction completely opposite to where Zhang Menglong lived.
"There are a few tailgaters behind us, we'll deal with them first," Zhang Menglong said nonchalantly.
"Tailgaters?" Lu Yiyao glanced back; the car following them was quite familiar, and it seemed to have been trailing them for a long time, "Should we call the police?"
"No need," Zhang Menglong laughed, "The police can't handle these people, nor do they have jurisdiction over them."
"Are they here to kidnap you?" Other than that, Lu Yiyao couldn't guess; these people surely weren't after her, a girl who won the Future Child Championship but gave up several lucrative contracts, right?
"They're probably after the zither," Zhang Menglong said.
"The Fuxi Zither?"