Xia Yinian shot a look filled with utter tension at the man beside her, but was hesitant to speak up.
"In a hurry?" Jing Hanye turned his head to look at her.
Xia Yinian was almost bewildered by his calm demeanor; the countdown was happening and he was still asking if she was anxious.
If she had known that Young Master Jing would personally bring her here, she should have left with Beicheng earlier.
She had assumed that he would send someone else with her, not like this.
In fact, on the way here, Young Master Jing hadn't deliberately slowed or quickened their pace.
Calculating by their current speed, they should arrive at the entrance when the host calls out "one".
But right now, Xia Yinian didn't have the time to ponder how Master Jing could time things so precisely; she wished she could run, truly.
Every step she took alongside him needed to be very cautious, any mishap and she'd miss the competition altogether.
This competition felt like her lifeline, no kidding.
