At ten o'clock that night, Lin Ji Yang drove his sports car to the back gate of the company right on time. He flicked on the headlights and checked himself in the mirror—damn, no matter how he looked, he was just so handsome!
Leaning against the car, he struck a cool pose and waited for Zhao Anqi to show up, but after a long while, there was still no sign of her.
This was the first time he'd been so punctual, and someone actually dared make him wait!
Lin Ji Yang picked up his phone and sent a text, but there was no reply. He called, only to find the phone was switched off.
He started to feel inexplicably manic, and was just about to head in and drag her out when a sudden glare lit up in front of him—several beams from flashlights shot straight at him.
"Stop, don't move!"
Before he could even open his eyes properly, a security guard grabbed his wrist. Lin Ji Yang was trained; he twisted around and had the guard pinned against the car in one move.
