Ji Ziming did not expect so many people to be following him after he left the bar.
Neither did Fu Mingxuan, who was following him, expect that two people would be exiting after him.
"Eh, Mu Heng, why do I feel that Mingxuan is following Ziming?"
Liao Gaofei, who was sitting in Mu Heng's car, looked at Fu Mingxuan's car in confusion.
He clearly said that he had something to attend. Was his matter following their other friend?
This ought to be a coincidence!
He tried to come up with excuses for his close friend, but he might as well not do so, for Mu Heng disagreed to all of them.
"Liao dumb bird, I think Mingxuan's hiding something from us." He stared intently at the Mercedes in front, a scary thought occurring to him.
"What can our dear friend be hiding from us." He rolled his eyes at him.
