บท 1521: Who's in Prison?

Feng Heng was driving a black Bentley as he passed by.

In the blink of an eye, he had already driven fifty to sixty meters away.

He was shocked to see something. He looked back through the rearview mirror and recognized Feng Yihan's car.

After the car continued to slide for another 100 meters, he suddenly turned around and drove back.

The speeding Bentley suddenly braked beside Feng Yihan's Maserati and stopped steadily.

The screeching sound of the brakes pulled Feng Yihan back to reality.

"Feng Heng?"

Under the bright streetlights, Feng Yihan could still see the car owner clearly through the mist.

Feng Yihan felt a chill on her face. She knew that she must be in a sorry state.

Her pride made her immediately take out a tissue and wipe the tears off her face.

".."

Feng Heng looked at Feng Yihan silently.

Her eyes were red from crying and her face was haggard, as if the sky was about to collapse.

"Didn't you disappear? Why are you back?"