Driving the car into the city, Xu Xia had long forgotten about controlling the speed.
While driving, she fished her phone out of her handbag and dialed Luo Xiaoqian's number.
A woman's voice rang through the receiver, "Sorry, the user you dialed is currently switched off…"
"You silly girl!" Xu Xia tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, "Something this important, and you don't even tell me. Are you even treating me as a friend…"
She kept mumbling while driving.
Luo Xiaoqian was her best friend, Luo Xiaoqian's matters were her matters. Leng Zimo was not only her boss but also Luo Xiaoqian's man, her godson's father. Of course, Xu Xia was worried when something happened to him.
The Black Warshield was racing on the highway on the outskirts of the city, already exceeding 120 km/h, but Xu Xia was completely oblivious.
On the road, the black sedan moved steadily forward.
