1867. She died for you (2)
The black car sped through the traffic in the night like a Cheetah, swift and sudden.
The phone was coldly thrown onto the back seat by Yu Lingqian and set to silent mode.
Mu Anran's name kept flashing and jumping on the screen, but Yu Lingqian didn't notice at all.
The car continued to race, finally stopping at the entrance of a hotel.
He must thoroughly investigate the matter concerning Shen Jiaoyue.
When Yu Lingqian finally regained his composure, he turned around and grabbed the phone thrown onto the back seat.
It showed six missed calls, all from Mu Anran.
Yu Lingqian frowned, staring blankly at the name that had quieted on the screen. Just as he was about to call back, the phone suddenly vibrated again.
It was a text message from an unfamiliar number.
Yu Lingqian clicked it open and found it was from Mu Anran: "My phone is out of battery. I have some things I want to talk to you about. Room 808 at Xiangpuli Street Hotel. Don't miss it."
