The lights inside the Gu Building were very bright, unlike the gradually darkening night outside.
Gu Shaozhi slightly lowered his head, his indifferent gaze falling on the marble floor, his cold and resolute features as indifferent as water.
He wasn't looking at anything in particular, just finding a spot for his gaze to rest.
"Dead?" He murmured, chewing over the word.
Then, as if he found something or someone who could negate this possibility, his thin lips curled into a faint smile, extending into endless paleness. "No, she wouldn't."
...
Taxi drivers typically have decent driving skills. Although their vehicles might be lacking, at least they wouldn't lose track too easily.
When the black Bentley in front suddenly braked, Yuan Yi hurriedly instructed the driver to also stop at the corner.
While keeping an eye on Wanxia's movements, he pulled out his phone to call Gu Shaozhi, "Mr. Gu, Miss Ji has arrived at the cemetery in South City, but she hasn't gotten out of the car."
