"Ms. Song, be safe on the way."
When it was time to get off work, the receptionist greeted Song Yao when she saw that Song Yao was about to leave by the elevator.
Song Yao paused for two seconds and said with a faint smile, "Okay, see you tomorrow." After driving the car out of the parking lot, Song Yao subconsciously looked at the situation behind through the rearview mirror. She felt relieved until she didn't find anything unusual.
But not long after, there was still more than half of the way home, and that familiar feeling appeared again.
Since she came to work this morning, she always felt that someone was following her. She had thought it was her illusion, but now it seemed that it couldn't be so simple.
At this moment, Song Yao became vigilant. At present, she was not clear about the other party's intention, nor could she tell the specific situation from the current situation.