"Tang Yao might be in trouble; it's been three hours and I still can't reach him." Nie Yan said anxiously, hammering the gas pedal, his speed soaring beyond five hundred, as he swiftly overtook one car after another on the highway.
"Who would target Tang Yao?" Xie Yao paused, realizing it wasn't the time for such questions, "I'll have my father track the last location of Tang Yao's phone signal and send someone over immediately."
"Okay." Nie Yan nodded. There was no room for pleasantries now. He was constantly worrying about Tang Yao's safety. According to his past life, the bar fight incident was to happen on July 8, three years later. The timing was completely off; Tang Yao shouldn't be in trouble today!
