Mo Lan rolled to the ground, screaming shrilly, her body already covered in wounds...
...
On the way back, Qi Ruisen maintained a dark expression throughout the journey.
He said nothing, sitting like a statue, the chill emanating from him freezing the air in the entire car.
Jian Yufei did not know what was wrong with him, but she also did not ask anything.
His issues were his own—if he wanted to talk, he would; otherwise, she had no place to meddle...
Halfway through the ride, Qi Ruisen's phone rang, receiving a text message.
He hurriedly opened it, and upon reading the contents, a fierce light burst from his pupils.
Qi Ruisen had always given Jian Yufei the impression of being a gentlemanly and gentle person.
This side of him was truly terrifying...
"Stop the car!" Qi Ruisen ordered coldly, and the driver pulled over to the side of the road.
They had reached the outskirts, and besides grasslands, there was barely a sign of human life on both sides of the highway.
