Lu Manman put down her cell phone and looked up.
She narrowed her eyes.
In the high-rise building far away, a huge photo of Wen Yun had been taken down.
Back then, he had been the official spokesperson for Wen City.
He had such a positive image and was the most respected and admired young man in the city. Now that his mask had been torn off so mercilessly, everyone was gloating over his misfortune.
It wasn't just her.
Most of the politicians were happy to see this happen. Hence, Wen Yun's news was getting increasingly viral.
"Miss Lu," Qin Ao said.
Lu Manman had a bad feeling about this seemingly invisible man's sudden words.
"We're being followed." Qin Ao looked at her in the rearview mirror.
Lu Manman turned around and saw a black car behind her. It had obviously been modified, and the bumper was especially thick.
"Can we lose him?" she asked nervously.
"No problem."
