A busy tone came from the phone. Xiang Hong's face was frighteningly gloomy, and his whole body exuded a trembling aura. He took his coat and hurried out.
"Old Xiang? Where are you going? What's wrong with you?" Yin Hui's questioning voice came from behind.
Yin Hui didn't understand why Xiang Hong became like this after receiving a phone call. It was as if he was going to kill someone. He had never seen Xiang Hong so anxious before. What on earth had happened?
The night was getting darker, and a silver car was speeding on the empty street.
The car was at its maximum speed, and the navigation's mechanical voice kept indicating that it was speeding.
Both of Xiang Hong's hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, indicating that he was in a precarious state of mind.
