Yang Lingyun crossed the parking lot in quick, controlled strides and opened the rear door of the car. He slid into the backseat, the leather cool against his palm.
Lin Yueshi was sitting beside him. She saw his tensed expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yang Lingyun didn't bother to answer her and instead gave instructions to Gu Sheng. "Drive to Ling Feiyi's apartment."
Gu Sheng met his eyes through the rearview mirror. There was no room for delay in that tone. "Yes, boss."
The car pulled out smoothly.
A few seconds passed before Lin Yueshi spoke again, her voice carefully neutral. "Why are we going to Ling Feiyi's apartment all of a sudden?"
Yang Lingyun's gaze remained fixed ahead. "Xia Lihua didn't show up at the after-party."
"And?" she pressed.
"Something happened."
That was all he said.
But something in his voice—low, controlled, edged—made the air in the car feel colder.
Lin Yueshi's fingers tightened subtly over her handbag.
A faint unease crept up her spine.
