A light drizzle began to fall from the sky sometime earlier than I had noticed.

Jiang Zhixing stood at the entrance of the banquet hall, looking down and fiddling with his phone, when a black sedan pulled up in front of him.

The driver in the front seat got out of the car to greet him with an umbrella. Just as he was about to ask if he had encountered anything unpleasant at the banquet, the driver met the boy's cold and distant eyes. The driver was speechless and could only smile and invite the young master into the car.

Before the car even started, the boy in the back seat handed him his lit-up phone, accompanied by the boy's indifferent voice.

"Follow this car."

The driver's smile froze slightly. The picture showed an ordinary, all-black sedan with no distinguishing features or markings, the kind that would be indistinguishable from any other car in traffic.

"...Do you know which direction this car is going?" The driver suppressed the urge to wipe his face and asked with professionalism.

He was paid by the Jiang family, so naturally he had to obey their orders. He was just an insignificant worker, not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Jiang family. Besides, before he left, Madam Jiang had instructed him to keep a close eye on the young master's emotions.

He could only sense that the young master was in a very bad mood.

Jiang Zhixing ignored the driver's reaction and pointed in a direction, saying, "Find this car first."

The driver dared not say another word, turned the car around, and chased after the young master in the direction he had pointed.

Perhaps it's because of Jiang Zhixing's aura as the male lead.

At the third intersection, as we prepared to stop and wait for the traffic light, the boy in the back seat finally spoke with a slight tremor.

“Follow the car with that license plate number,” he paused and instructed, “but don’t get too close or you’ll alert the people in the car.”

The driver perked up, and with only a dozen seconds left on the red light, he almost stepped on the gas and sped off. Only then did the driver realize that what the young master had said earlier was not just a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Who is the young master asking him to follow?

Has this person offended the young master? Why go through all the trouble of stalking him?

Thoughts raced through his mind; at that moment, the driver felt like the protagonist in an undercover operation.

...

At that time.

He Xiao was dressed in a black sportswear outfit, completely covered from head to toe, with a baseball cap on his head, revealing only his pointed chin and pale pink lips.

He sat inside the car, pressed against the window, and the small back seat became cramped and confined because of his presence.

The car was safer than he had imagined; apart from the strange, unpleasant smell in the air, there was nothing that posed a threat to him.

Besides the driver, there was a man in the front passenger seat wearing a gray hoodie whose face was never shown. Judging from his figure and demeanor, he looked more like a thug.

Beneath the brim of his hat, his eyebrows twitched slightly. The boy at this moment was completely different from the impulsive and easily enraged temperament he had shown upstairs. Perhaps it was the dangerous and unsettling environment that made him quieter than usual.

The driver glanced at him discreetly in the rearview mirror, only breathing a sigh of relief when he was sure he wouldn't try to grab the steering wheel, but he still didn't dare to let his guard down.

The information suggests that He Xiao is an unsettling figure.

He hasn't yet encountered the specific manifestations of this.

He was just there to pick someone up; the boss only showed him a side profile photo, which was clearly of the boy in the back seat.

As the driver's thoughts wandered, he heard a boy's hoarse voice behind him.

"Was Qi Yu invited by you or did he go voluntarily?" The boy's expression was not clear, and his tone revealed no emotion.

The car's heater was on full blast, but the driver inexplicably felt a sense of pressure, and just as cold sweat was about to pour down his back, the mysterious man in the passenger seat suddenly spoke.

“Curious? You can ask him yourself,” he said, his hat falling off to reveal a scarred face, his grin full of malice. “Young Master He, how have you been?”

Where no one could see, the boy in the back seat narrowed his pupils under the brim of his hat. He was about to call out a name but held back, and to avoid arousing suspicion, he gave a cold snort as a warning.

"You'd better make sure Qi Yu is intact."

Scarface gave a mocking sneer, crossed his arms, and remained silent.

The boy stared at the scarred man with an inscrutable expression.

Why is he here...?

Zhang Feng.

...

Jiang Zhixing's car followed them all the way to the outside of a desolate, abandoned building.

The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds as tall as a person, and the black luxury car was not conspicuous among the grass.

The car was quiet; even though the driver was sweating profusely, he didn't dare to utter a sound.

This place is too eerie; it's practically the perfect spot for murder and body disposal. The driver was completely baffled by the young master's thought process.

Just as he was considering asking something, the dark-eyed boy in the back seat suddenly spoke up.

"You wait in the car, I'll go down and check."

Jiang Zhixing's face was grim. Reason told him that he should not get out of the car and leave now, but when it came to Jiang Jinyu, he could not control his desire to find out the truth.

What secret does Jiang Jinyu have? Why would his mother choose him over her own son?

His heavy gaze swept around for a long time before he finally made up his mind.

The driver was both surprised and frightened, naturally afraid that something might happen to the young master in this desolate wilderness, and he would be unable to explain himself.

"Young Master, why don't we call a few bodyguards first?" The driver was sweating profusely, afraid that the young master would act alone on his own. If the young master insisted on going out, he would not be able to stop him and would even have to protect him closely.

Jiang Zhixing glanced casually at the front rearview mirror and met the driver's shifty, uneasy eyes. He pursed his thin lips and checked the time.

"They were inside for ten minutes," he said, expressing his thoughts and stance in just a few words. But to reassure the driver, he added, "You stay here and support the bodyguards. Don't worry, they won't dare to lay a hand on me."

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