Before Gu Qingcheng could tumble to the ground, strong hands reached out and pulled her into another car.
In the distance, inside a sleek black Bugatti, Huo Sicheng monitored Gu Qingcheng's location on his phone, his piercing gaze shifting between her and the unfolding scene.
His brows furrowed deeply, and his icy phoenix-like eyes mirrored his intense concern.
"Yi Shui, ensure Madam's safety."
"Yes, Young Master Huo," Yi Shui, who was at the wheel, replied with utmost respect.
Back at Huo Corporation, Huo Sicheng remained fixated on Gu Qingcheng's whereabouts, his usually handsome visage now marked by an unusual coldness.
Chu Yu diligently presented his reports, but sensing President Huo's distraction, he silently withdrew from the room.
Huo Sicheng's countenance remained stern as he watched Gu Qingcheng standing still for what felt like an eternity, before finally turning to gaze out the window at the setting sun.