"Okay!" Fan Xuan agreed very quickly. He had always been tense, but he could relax at the moment.
As he leaned against the back of the backseat, his face suddenly turned cold. "How do you know my surname?"
The driver stopped the car and waited for the red light. Then he turned to Fan Xuan and said with a smile, "Miss Jiang asked you to leave later."
As he spoke, he took out a gun. Fan Xuan instinctively pulled the car door and wanted to jump out of the car to escape.
The car door had been locked long ago.
When Fan Xuan turned around, the driver even shot him.
It was a tranquilizer gun.
When Fan Xuan fainted, this thought came to his mind. He actually felt lucky.
At least, the people that Jiang Li had arranged did not really aim the gun at his head.
When Fan Xuan woke up again, he found himself in a bright room. The people who came and went were all wearing white coats. They were probably medical staff.
