The winding mountain road stretched to the end of the mountains; Yeh Huang was fully focused on driving, not daring to let his attention waver in the slightest. He was afraid that if he lost concentration for a moment, the small red dot ahead would fall off the cliff. He knew Long Linger's personality deeply; once truly angered, she might do all sorts of terrible things.
"Alright, His Excellency the President, your message has been sent." Stephen sent the compromising text Yeh Huang recently sent a hundred times to Long Linger.
Sure enough, five minutes later, Long Linger's speed gradually slowed and finally stopped.
Yeh Huang finally felt a bit more relaxed.
Slowly approached.
Long Linger's car was parked right at the cliff's edge. She was sitting on a large stone close to the cliff, her pretty face showing a look of despair. The breeze blew through her disheveled long hair, making it flutter in the wind.
Yeh Huang parked his car, closed the door, and hurried over.
