Who Doesn't Want Swan Meat

Yes, Lin Yichun had developed a habit of relying on Loong Fei. She used to look down on him, but now she was worried about him. It was like a life of ups and downs.

"Eee! Isn't this Lin Yichun? Why is she in the hospital?"

Just as Lin Yichun walked out of the hospital and wandered aimlessly on the streets, a few young students with dyed yellow hair immediately stared at her.

"Isn't that so? Why is she the only one?! Where's Loong Fei?!"

These young students with dyed yellow hair were none other than the underlings of Zhao Rutian, the overlord of the driving school. They had just eaten supper and drank some wine on the street, and just happened to walk out of the tavern.

"I don't know. It looks like Lin Yichun is alone. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

One of the yellow-haired young men said in surprise. After all, Lin Yichun was the new school flower of the driving school. These guys had long coveted her.