The taxi that was blocking the road had clearly come prepared.
With its high beams on and the car door wide open, it gave the illusion of an accident scene.
Because of Gu Jiangnian's warning, Muwan was cautious, but even with caution, there were inevitably slips.
A blunt hit to the head, and Jiang Muwan felt a momentary disturbance at the back of her skull; as she slid down the car, a tall figure wearing a flat cap entered her blurry field of vision—the man had fair skin, and his features bore some resemblance to Gu Jiangnian.
That night, when Gu Jiangnian returned to the Gu Mansion, he made a call to Jiang Muwan on the way, only to find it unanswered for a long while.
The man in the back seat frowned slightly and glanced outside the car window as he put away his phone. A taxi slowly drove past by the junction of the Gu Mansion.
Gu Jiangnian was always vigilant, the kind of alertness honed by years of being hunted.
