Bzz—
Xiyan's phone vibrated. She pulled it out to take a look.
It was an anonymous message.
[Xia Xiyan, we've placed a surveillance device on you. You'd better not try anything funny.]
What the hell? A surveillance device?!
Xiyan was startled.
When did that happen? She hadn't noticed a thing!
This is terrifying!
Ou Jue's dark, ink-black eyes locked onto Xiyan. "Actually what? Keep talking."
Xiyan quickly stopped herself from saying anything further and frantically shook her head.
Soaked from head to toe, Ou Jue drove her home to change her clothes.
On the way, Xiyan kept stealing glances at Ou Jue, uncertain how she could help Xia Shiyi arrange a meeting with him…
Ou Jue's gaze never wavered from the road ahead, his face as indifferent as ever.
When Xiyan's stolen glances reached their umpteenth time, Ou Jue slightly parted his thin lips, "Should I pull over and give you a front-row view so you can stare all you want in one go?"