A knock came through the receiver, and Shi Weiqing asked a few more questions to confirm that she was currently safe. Only then did the suffocating feeling in his chest ease slightly.
Afraid that hanging up might make it impossible to reach her again, Shi Weiqing could only slam on the gas pedal, rushing to the police station to find Xu Linchuan and ask him to trace the location.
But for some reason, the traffic tonight was exceptionally heavy; every two or three blocks, he'd get stuck for several minutes, unable to move forward.
Shi Weiqing stared intently at the traffic lights ahead, his tightly furrowed brows nearly capable of crushing a fly. His grip on the steering wheel tightened considerably.
As time ticked by minute after minute, Shi Weiqing's patience wore thin. He squeezed into the gap between two cars, forcing his way through to carve out his own path.
