"At Disheng's side, Huo Zhenxuan simply can't get close, and the internal security system isn't something he can just waltz into. I think, besides the car, there's nowhere else Huo Zhenxuan can take action."
Jiayi's heart almost leaped out of her chest!
A few seconds later, a force pushed her to run desperately outside.
Nie Yixiao, of course, knew what she wanted to do—to stop Huo Zhenyang from getting in the car—so he followed her and ran out!
Where's the car? Where is it?
She ran to the garage, feeling that the voice in her throat didn't seem her own anymore: "Keys... I need the car keys!"
Outside the garage, although the servant didn't understand what was happening, they saw Jiayi's face turn deathly pale, her lower lip bitten white, and hurriedly handed over the keys.
Her hands shook terribly, like she had Parkinson's, taking almost a minute just to open the car door. When the door finally opened, her hand was seized by someone.
