The next day, early morning.
Jian Si woke up early, holding the perfume bottle fragments retrieved from the trash can, and took a car to the ICAS third-party professional perfume testing institution.
Just after getting off the taxi and taking a few steps, she vaguely felt someone was following her.
An ominous feeling rose in her heart.
She didn't dare to look back and lowered her head to quicken her pace.
However, as she sped up, the person behind also sped up.
Jian Si's heart was in her throat with tension.
Her forehead was dotted with tiny beads of sweat.
Afraid her thoughts might be exposed, she hid at the corner at the end of the corridor and waited for the person behind to catch up. She raised the fire extinguisher, taken from a nearby hydrant, ready to strike.
Just as she was about to swing, a deep voice stopped her.
"Sisi, it's me!"
Was it Lu Youting's voice?