The restaurant wasn't far from the City Government, but there were many traffic lights. Song Guanchao didn't care about the red lights and recklessly charged ahead.
He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that he almost tore the leather cover.
His expression was grim and fierce; his eyes could kill, and his rage was almost tangible.
There was only one thought in his mind: Zhang Yan must die, and Fan Jie must die too!
No matter what happened to Wu Qiangwei today, he would make sure those two were dead!
He didn't call Liang Jianfeng to have him capture Zhang Yan.
It was meaningless now.
He knew very well that since Zhang Yan decided to end things this way, it meant she had already left Jiangzhou.
Barring any surprises, Zhang Yan had probably already left the country.
Fan Jie likely didn't know about this.
In other words, Fan Jie had been sold out by her.
...
No, no...
