Qian saw Zheng Xu's car parked by the roadside, knowing he was there to back her up.
"Pull over, I need to say a few words."
She wasn't going to mention it, but once she did, Yu Minglang stepped on the gas, overtaking them in a flash.
Qian watched as Zheng Xu's car faded into the distance, angrily stomping on Yu Minglang.
"Once we get to the stop, I'll call him myself and thank him properly." Yu Minglang's expression wasn't too pleasant either.
The two stayed angry all the way, not speaking to each other.
Zheng Xu watched as Yu Minglang's car overtook his, and the driver asked him.
"Xu, should we chase them?"
"Always a step late."
"What did you say, Xu?"
"Nothing. Go, send a few people down and smash that van for me. Beat up the guys, and slap the leading girl a few times, just because they're an eyesore."
Zheng Xu lit a cigarette, sat in the car, watching his men handle the situation. His gaze, however, seemed far away.
