"Yes, yes, don't worry, Mr. Derek!"
Moruo nodded repeatedly. After hanging up the phone, he finally let out a sigh of relief. He frowned and thought for a moment. A trace of doubt passed between his brows, and he whispered to the driver in front of him, "You said, why did He Jiarong show up that night? Is he following us all the time?!"
Moro's face was blue and white, and now thinking of Derek's question, he also felt flustered.
"Mr. Moro, you are too worried!"
The driver held up his chest and said confidently, “I entered the special situation when I was 18 years old. Anti-reconnaissance awareness is one of the few in our country. When I went to the restaurant that night, I kept paying attention to the road. No suspicious persons were found, so I can conclude that they met us purely by chance!"
Chapter end
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