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Her drooping brows and eyes were wrapped in cold indifference.

Xu Nanjing replied subconsciously, “…No.”

“Good,” Bai Lian opened the passenger door, sat in the seat, and buckled her seatbelt, her fingers gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white, “Please take me to a place, thank you.”

At that tone of voice, Xu Nanjing subconsciously pressed down on the gas pedal.

Bai Lian was in a hurry. She sent a message to Ji Heng on WeChat and then pulled up Yang Lin’s address.

Purest Street intersection.

In the silver business car, Xiaojie watched the red sports car with a “CML Club” sticker race away, noting how Bai Lian got into the car.

He couldn’t help but glance at Ji Heng standing outside, who had been frowning but seemed to relax considerably after a look at his phone.

“Where is she going so late?” Xiaojie started the car while looking at the rearview mirror.

Shen Qing was also open-mouthed – it was her first time seeing such a sports car in Xiangcheng. Hearing Xiaojie’s words, she said, “She must be going to study, I guess.”

Besides studying, Shen Qing didn’t know what else Bai Lian could be doing.

After all, Bai Lian used to study in the library until it closed every day before going home.

Going to study in a sports car this late? Both the butler and Xiaojie were surprised, feeling that the whole family seemed to inexplicably trust Bai Lian. However, it wasn’t strange, if it wasn’t for that night seeing Bai Lian talking to two unfamiliar thugs…

The butler would also think Bai Lian was just a beautiful bookworm.

Neither asked further, and the butler merely mentioned, “It’s not safe for a girl to be out so late.”

Shen Qing thought of Bai Lian lifting the dean’s heavy 28-inch suitcase with one hand, a task difficult for two people to manage, and fell silent.

**

West of the city.

Yang Lin’s home was two streets behind the school. This area was dirty, messy, and poor; Xiangcheng’s development almost didn’t touch this place. Street vendors dotted the road, and the streets were littered with waste and garbage.

Approaching seven o’clock.

The fiery red sports car stopped at the entrance of the street, and Bai Lian got out of the car, asked someone for directions, and walked down an alley without lights.

“Hey—” Xu Nanjing hurriedly sent a message to Jiang Fulai, then chased after her. His flamboyant brows and eyes throbbed strenuously, “What are you doing here?”

If anything happened here, he could only compensate Jiang sir with his life.

Bai Lian stood in front of a Tube Building, comparing it to the photo on her phone before lifting her eyes, the light from the building reflecting in her gaze, her voice cool, “Looking for someone.”

Fourth floor.

Yang Jianping had drunk two glasses of white liquor and was already fast asleep.

Yang Lin sat in her room; she hadn’t turned on the lights, just sitting on the floor, the moonlight streaming in through the window, coldly lighting the dagger in her hands that glinted ominously.

She only stepped out when there were no sounds from outside, looking at Yang Jianping, who was sleeping on the sofa.

She was good at biology.

With the knife, she gently traced above Yang Jianping’s collar, where the heart was located.

“Bang—”

The door was forced open.

Yang Lin’s knife was pressed against Yang Jianping’s heart, seemingly feeling the wild beats of his heart, when she instinctively looked toward the door.

Her vision was greatly impaired due to serious injuries; she could hardly see clearly anymore, only sensing a shadow looming over her. Then, a hand that could be described as warm seized her right hand.

“Classmate, give me the knife,” she heard the other person’s gentle voice, “Your hand can be used to do many more things in the future.”

Bai Lian pulled the knife from Yang Lin’s hand.

She was already too late to stop Zhang Shize.

Yang Lin seemed to recognize the person in front of her, the warmth on her hand similar to what she had felt before. She let go of the knife, her face deathly pale. She had been sober under the belief that she would die, but as her spirit relaxed, she fainted entirely.

Bai Lian caught her, then turned her head to look at Xu Nanjing, who had just entered, “Hurry and take her to the hospital.”

Xu Nanjing scanned the surroundings, his smile fading as he saw she had no intention of leaving. With a grave voice, he said, “Come with me.”

Bai Lian lazily twirled the knife in her hand and kicked away a beer can at her feet before bending over to pick up the lilies that had been stepped on next to the sofa.

She gently blew off the dust and straightened the bent petals, “Does your car have room for a third person?”

“Don’t worry,” she turned around, staring at Yang Jianping lying on the sofa, “I’m making a call to the police.”

She dialed 110.

In the dimly lit hall, Yang Jianping was jolted awake by a bucket of cold water. As he watched warily, he saw the beautiful girl in a school uniform standing before him.