After driving for a while, Xia Wennan recognised the black car that had been following them the entire time. It was a very common black car; Xia Wennan couldn’t even tell if it was the same one that had tried to run him over the other night. Ming Luchuan drove quickly but steadily. “Should we call the police?” Xia Wennan asked, distractedly putting the takeout box of fried dumplings back into the plastic bag, tying the handles into a knot. “No,” said Ming Luchuan. Xia Wennan was a little worried. “What are you going to do then? Let the guy keep following us? What if he hits us?”
Ming Luchuan said, “Don’t be afraid.” They drove away from the city’s congested main roads and into the slightly more deserted suburbs. They were headed in the direction of the Ming residence, but the route they took was nowhere near the correct route. Though Ming Luchuan’s driving wasn’t rushed, Xia Wennan could feel his ruthlessness seeping through. The alpha’s hands were firmly gripped on the steering wheel, and his gaze would occasionally flit to the rear-view mirror to check on the car tailing them. What’s more, the cramped interior of the car was gradually filled with the scent of Ming Luchuan’s pheromones. “Luchuan,” Xia Wennan’s voice rang somewhat deep. “Calm down a little. Don’t be rash.” “I won’t,” Ming Luchuan replied, gaze trained straight ahead. “You’re still in the car.”