Just as he ran out, Yang Fan turned back again. He didn't know what the person in the car looked like; how was he supposed to find them?
Returning, Yang Fan approached the driver: "What does he look like? Do you have a photo?"
"No..."
The driver hadn't finished speaking when Yang Fan slapped him: "Do you have one or not?"
The driver cried out in pain: "Yes, yes, I do!" and pulled a photo from his jacket pocket, handing it to Yang Fan.
Looking at the photo, Yang Fan's head buzzed; it was that old bastard Qian Wenxing.
Last time, because of the Clover affair, Yang Fan let him go once, not expecting him to still be so relentless about the Clover. He had disappeared for a long time and then reappeared.
"Is his name Qian Wenxing?" Yang Fan stared at the driver and asked.
At this point, the driver had nothing left to hide: "Yes."
He threw the driver to the ground, ignoring Shangguan Hong who was running over, and dashed into the hall.
