Duan Xiaoyu watched them leave, his face sinister as he burst out with a curse.
Zhou Lu casually hailed a taxi on the road and emotionlessly shoved Su Jian inside.
Besides Zhou Lu giving an address, neither of them spoke, and a mysterious silence settled inside the car.
Su Jian couldn't help but sweat coldly in her palms, her red lips pressed tightly into a straight line.
She sat by the window, a long distance away from Zhou Lu.
Since their last breakup, they hadn't seen each other for a long time...
Whenever Su Jian thought about Su Rui calling Zhou Lu, a cold sweat started unconsciously on her back, and a wave of fear struck the bottom of her heart.
She knew Zhou Lu's temper all too well, he was someone who could do anything when driven to madness...
Su Jian's brow was clouded with gloom; after a long while, she suddenly opened her mouth as if to say something, but Zhou Lu's phone rang, cutting her off.