"After those hooligans stabbed someone, they immediately fled, and all evidence gathered by the police pointed toward this man. When the police went to arrest him, he was involved in a car accident on the road. Not only did he get hit, but the wheels of the car also rolled over him. And the perpetrator of the hit-and-run has yet to be found."
Lan Ling spoke calmly, watching Mu Bai's face grow ever paler.
Mu Bai was lost in his own memories. Rongrong had just returned not long ago and some guys from school had invited him to drink. At the time, Rongrong was there too, insisting on joining him. He didn't want her to come because when she did, he always had to watch over her and couldn't enjoy himself. Nightclubs abroad were much more chaotic than those at home, and Rongrong was so beautiful.
But back then, the normally sensible Rongrong insisted on going with him, even boldly kissing him in public.
