"Qin Lin, a half-hour drive, and you really cut it close! You stupid dog, even if you rushed, you were still bound to be too late!"
Watching the GPS on his phone, Shen Zhao stood guard at the door, growing more and more excited as he waited to hear Lin Qingyue's soprano shriek. Qin Lin, by the time you get here, you should be just in time to see Lin Qingyue, her beautiful face streaked with tears, forced to sing even as she weeps.
"Haha!" Shen Zhao couldn't help but laugh out loud. "I want you to meet your end drowning in that rage!"
BANG!
But before Shen Zhao's excitement could fade, he saw Ma Beimu come flying up from downstairs, tossed onto the floor like a dead dog.
"Qin… Qin Lin."
"How is this possible!?" Staring at the GPS that showed the Range Rover just getting off the highway, Shen Zhao's eyes went wide with disbelief and shock. "You should have just gotten off the highway!"
