"There shouldn't be anything left behind," she said uncertainly, "Forget it, I don't need it. Let's go."
Without further concern, she got into the car. Tang Song didn't say anything, glanced at Gu Yixuan, and circled around to the driver's seat.
Seeing that Mo Ran was ignoring him completely, a cold smile appeared on the corners of Gu Yixuan's mouth as he opened his phone and sent a multimedia message.
Her cell phone rang, and Mo Ran took it out to see that it was from Gu Yixuan. She didn't want to look, but feeling uneasy, she opened it anyway.
A photo suddenly appeared before her eyes, and she was so frightened that her face changed color.
"What's wrong?" Tang Song, who was starting the car, noticed her discomfort.
She hurriedly exited the multimedia message and shook her head, "Nothing."
The Bugatti opposite had no intention of making way at all. Through the two layers of windshields, the darkness in Gu Yixuan's eyes was clearly visible.