Qin Ze searched around and returned to the entrance of the residential area where Jiang Chen lived, just in time to see Jiang Chen carrying a laptop bag, walking past a woman in a red dress carrying a bag of youtiao.
Qin Ze caught his breath, slowly approaching. Jiang Chen ignored the woman, but she glared at Jiang Chen and cursed viciously once he walked a bit farther.
"Unlucky, short-lived ghost!"
From a distance, Qin Ze didn't hear the voice, but he could deduce what she said from her expression and lips.
Qin Ze held his breath nervously, his gaze fixed on Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen glanced at his phone, seemingly ordering a car. He was about to step outside the stone bollard at the entrance to wait, when suddenly the strap of his laptop bag broke, and the bag fell to the ground.
Jiang Chen frowned, bending down to pick up the bag.
