Holding the phone in her drooping hand, Lei Qingqing’s smile was venomous like a scorpion.
"The most terrifying thing in this world is not death, but a fate worse than death."
On the other end of the call, Leng Zirui stuffed his phone into his bag, reached over, and grabbed the driver’s collar.
"Stop, I’ll drive!"
The taxi driver turned his face in shock, seeing a thick stack of cash being handed to him.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, then immediately slammed the brakes.
Before the car could fully stop, Leng Zirui pushed the door open and rushed out, yanking the taxi driver out and throwing him in the backseat. He sat down in the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.
The taxi driver barely had time to close the rear door when the taxi shot off like an untamed horse.
Running multiple red lights, driving in the wrong lane twice, and cutting through a narrow alley, Leng Zirui screeched the car to a halt in front of the XX police station, jumped out, and dashed inside.
The taxi driver, pale-faced, watched him disappear into the police station, dumbfounded.
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Upstairs, Xu Xia, accompanied by Shangguan Feng, walked out of the holding room, her fingers still tightly clenching the bracelet and ring.
"I’ve handled everything; it was all just a misunderstanding." Shangguan Feng looked at her and didn’t deliberately try to support her, just maintaining a not too close, not too distant presence beside her. "Let’s go downstairs first. I’ve already arranged for your bodyguard. Everything’s been cleared up. However, due to certain procedures, your passport and documents will be held for a few more days, and you can’t leave the country yet."


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