"What's happening, why am I suddenly feeling so uneasy?"
Lu Tianxing, sitting in the passenger seat, murmured to himself in a low voice, scanning his surroundings like a hawk eyeing its prey, hoping to catch any hint of danger. His heart was thumping uncontrollably, as if something was about to happen.
Bai Zhiqing squeezed her arm and, seeing that Lu Tianxing wasn't resisting as usual, immediately lifted her head to look at him.
When she saw the icy coldness in Lu Tianxing's eyes, her heart skipped a beat and she anxiously said, "Lu Tianxing, what's wrong? Is there danger?"
"It's nothing."
Lu Tianxing shook his head with a calm expression, but for some reason, he couldn't shake off a sense of unease—a powerful premonition of danger surged within him.
"Get out of the car immediately."
Lu Tianxing suddenly spoke up, trusting his instincts even without knowing where the danger was coming from.