บท 551: Z, Never Leaves Traces

Fu Jiu still wore her uniform as she skated over from the field to chase after Yang Ming.

She knew she had to leave the school grounds before him.

Fu Jiu paused, one hand in her pocket, as she scanned the imposing security guard, before turning over to survey the walls surrounding the school.

She then instantly made a decision: Climb!

If the Almighty were to hear about this, he would surely nag about it.

She definitely wouldn't chase Yang Ming on her skateboard. Instead, she hailed for a cab and scooted into the passenger seat. The entire time, she kept her eyes glued to Yang Ming's car.

"Sir, please follow that Volkswagen Golf in front."

The driver was instantly intrigued, asking interestedly, "Are you working on a case?"

Fu Jiu rushed when the driver hadn't moved an inch. "Yes, so hurry and don't lose him."