"Lin Fan, Zhang Meili ran away."
Early in the morning, inside a clinic in a Southern City alley, Yuan Youwei put down the breakfast she had brought. She spoke to Lin Fan, who had just returned from his morning run.
"She ran away?" Lin Fan raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, frowning slightly. "Where could she possibly run? Does she have a death wish?"
"...She probably couldn't stand kneeling in repentance for three days and three nights, so she fled the cemetery in the middle of the night," Mrs. Xue interjected, her face filled with loathing. "I was just about to send someone to keep an eye on her when I received the message from the cemetery. Then, after checking the nearby surveillance footage, we found out that Zhang Meili went to the international coastal terminal around five in the morning."
"Is she trying to stow away to Sha Country to seek out Stubborn Su Gang?" Lin Fan paused, then couldn't help but shake his head.
Stupid, just irredeemably stupid.
