Zou Yanpeng stood in front of the stalls that had long since packed up and closed, with a few bodyguards his family assigned behind him.
He held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, wrapped in worry and anxiety.
Smoking the cigarette, he casually flicked it to the ground and crushed it harshly with his toe.
The street, once bustling with people, was now cold and deserted, without a soul in sight.
Zou Yanpeng looked uneasily at the distant intersection, waiting for An Mingji's arrival.
In desperation, the first person he thought of was An Mingji.
Somehow, he felt that the other person would definitely have a way to find Yuan Xin.
This strong intuition made him dial the call without hesitation.
As Zou Yanpeng eagerly scanned the intersection again, he saw a few bright car headlights.
Finally, they've arrived!
He exhaled lightly and stepped towards the middle of the road.
An Mingji, sitting inside the car, spotted Zou Yanpeng's figure from afar.
