Yang Bo and Han Lingxi sat in the car, but this time, someone else took the wheel, as Yang Bo joined Han Lingxi in the backseat. The car had been modified, with the driver compartment and the rear space completely separated, so the driver had no idea what was happening behind them.
Yang Bo looked at the message he had just received on the Communicator and, with anger seething, punched the supple leather seat, cursing under his breath, "Damn it!"
Seeing his reaction, Han Lingxi, concerned, looked at him and asked, "What's happened?" As she spoke, she had already grabbed the Communicator from Yang Bo's hands to read the message. Upon seeing the content, her delicate brows furrowed tightly, and she exclaimed, "How could this be?"
