The moonlight, like water, imbued the night with a hazy glow.
The racing blue car sped along the road, brutally leaving a trail of sedans behind.
Ji Mingqian watched the neon lights flickering outside, feeling as though a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
The cool night breeze entered through the window, and Ji Mingqian exhaled a breath of stale air, gradually regaining his composure.
Jiang Yisheng, once I find you, I'm going to give you a good beating.
Such a headache.
When Ji Mingqian arrived at the gallery, he got out of the car and saw the locked glass door. He patiently raised his hand and knocked.
"Thump, thump, thump—"
In the silence of the night, the sound of knocking seemed particularly loud.
It wasn't long before it drew the attention of the people around.
Luckily, Ji Mingqian was wearing a mask and a hat; otherwise, the situation could have escalated within minutes.
