Hearing the sharp screech of tires from the other end, Mu Yuze's voice gained an anxious tinge, "What's wrong? Why are you driving so fast?"
"Such a worrywart," He Juan teased, though the smile did not reach his eyes at all. He glanced at the rearview mirror again and saw the car speeding up to chase after him. His lips couldn't help but twitch. "I'm sorry, Xiao Ze. Something came up," he said with genuine regret. "It seems like you will have to wait a little while longer for the cake. But don't worry, Gege will not take long."
"What are—"
He Juan murmured a silent apology as he hung up on the call. He promised himself that he would make it up to Mu Yuze as soon as he dealt with this damned stalker. With one of his hands steady on the wheel, he dialed another number on his phone.
"Hello, Boss? Do you need something?"
