Lu Xiao agreed to her request and pulled her away from the beach.
Taxis were hard to find around there, so he slowly drove the scooter, which could get them back in an hour.
But just after the two turned to leave, the faces of the people by the boats changed suddenly, and someone quickly pulled out a mobile phone to make a call to someone.
...
Beijing was crowded with cars and people, and motorcycles were even restricted; normally, it was better to travel by car.
Wen Xian clung to Lu Xiao's waist, her helmeted head resting against his back, the scenery was quite beautiful as they rode along the highway at dusk, everything seemed as usual.
But while Lu Xiao was driving seriously, about twenty minutes later, he suddenly noticed a silver van in the rearview mirror of the scooter.
Under the black helmet, Lu Xiao's colder eyes narrowed a bit.
The van had appeared at an intersection, and had been following them for over five minutes.
