Zhang Te's assistant instinctively hit the brakes, staring at the lit lights inside the old villa for quite a while before he pulled his gaze back.
What was going on with him? Why had he ended up here?
Zhang Te's assistant always felt that something was not quite right with himself, but he couldn't figure out exactly what it was.
He stared at the steering wheel, lost in thought for a while, then finally gripped the wheel again and stepped on the gas pedal.
However, before the car could move, he saw, through the rearview mirror, a small figure crouching in a dark corner by the side of the road not far away.
That figure... he knew very well, it was the young miss.
Zhang Te's assistant, without even a moment's hesitation, turned off the ignition, pushed open the car door, and dashed towards Han Yixiao.
