Lin Qian left L.D, got a cab back to the office.
On the way, looking at the scenery outside the car window, her mind was still unsettled.
Thinking of Du Qian's crazy appearance, she shook her head silently.
She didn't do anything wrong.
Victory or defeat is common in warfare, it can only be said that Du Qian couldn't afford to lose.
Her mindset was too narrow.
While she was lost in thought, the car bumped and stopped.
Lin Qian quickly held on and asked, "Driver, what happened?"
"Sorry miss, it seems like the tire is flat."
The driver, a middle-aged man, cursed in a foreign language.
A flat tire?
Lin Qian didn't think much and paid before opening the car door to get out.
The midday sun was quite warm, and there weren't many pedestrians and cars on this road.
Lin Qian checked the time and planned to call another car to go back to the office.
With an inadvertent glance, she sharply noticed something.