Secretary Jiang throws out the divorce papers, and President Huo loses control with red eyes.

Chapter 102 A tall figure rushed in like the wind

At 7:30 p.m., the white BMW drove into the apartment's underground parking garage.

In the dimly lit underground parking garage with flashing green indicator lights, Su Lejia turned off the engine, leaned back in the driver's seat, and looked at her phone with a somewhat depressed expression.

It's strange. Although today is Huo's anniversary, her best friend never went this long without replying to messages during Huo's anniversary celebrations in previous years.

After thinking for a moment, Su Lejia went back upstairs and sat on her sofa, scrolling up the chat box again.

Then I noticed that no white text box appeared under the message she sent at five o'clock.

Now, Su Lejia was certain again that it wasn't her internet connection that was slow, but rather that Jiang Qin hadn't replied to her messages for an hour and a half.

Once this was confirmed, Su Lejia felt a sense of foreboding.

Her daughter Qinqin doesn't silence her phone during work hours; as far as she knows, she checks messages immediately.

Unless it's an emergency meeting, the phone will be muted, but isn't the Huo family not working today?

So what's going on here?

Su Lejia became increasingly anxious as she thought about it, and finally couldn't resist pulling the person out of the blacklist and dialing the number.

I tried calling three times, and all three times the line was busy!

Su Lejia's brows furrowed deeply.

After a slight pause, Su Lejia scrolled to the pinned starred contact.

I dialed Jiang Qin's number.

I answered it after just one ring.

Su Lejia's heart, which had been pounding in her chest, immediately relaxed, and her eyes shone with barely suppressed joy: "Qin!..."

"It's me." Suddenly, a not-so-unfamiliar male voice was heard.

……

"Where's my Qinqin? Why are you answering the phone?!"

Inside the SUV, Huo Sili had just pulled Jiang Qin's phone out of his suit jacket pocket. He remembered that it was almost out of battery when he last saw it, so he was about to charge it.

Before I knew it, the results of the mock exam came out, and I saw a call from someone whose contact name was Lele.

Then, upon answering, I heard Su Lejia's familiar voice.

It was clear that Horstley didn't want to answer that question any further.

"Is there anything I can help you with? If not, I'll hang up now."

"Where's Qinqin? Why is her phone with you? You scumbag! What did you do to Qinqin?"

Hosley tried turning the volume down a bit, and then realized that it was already the lowest volume he could manage to answer the phone.

I moved the phone away a bit.

But when it was time to hang up, I paused.

"She's fine. If you need to make a call, call her tomorrow."

Su Lejia's eyelids twitched. "What do you mean? Hey, explain yourself! What do you mean by 'we'll fight tomorrow'? Why can't we fight today? What did you do to Qinqin?"

Huo Sili hung up the phone and plugged it into the spare power bank in the car.

I had just hung up when I couldn't help but ask the person ahead, "How much longer until we arrive?"

"And at least half of President Zhong Huo."

Horst glanced at the night view outside the window. "Drive faster."

"Drive faster on the mountain road at night," He Xu, sitting in the passenger seat, opened his mouth, clearly wanting to say something.

But when he thought about who was missing, he immediately closed his mouth.

……

Meanwhile, inside the truck.

Perhaps the air pollution inside the carriage was indeed too severe, because Jiang Qin was genuinely experiencing oxygen deprivation and had difficulty breathing.

This would be dangerous enough for an ordinary person, let alone the fact that she is currently pregnant.

Driven by her survival instinct, Jiang Qin walked towards the back of the truck and kept banging on the door, trying to attract attention.

She didn't know where the car was, but she could feel it slowing down.

When people are in dire straits, hope can always sustain them a little bit of spirit.

Jiang Qin tried to think positively. Perhaps the car had entered a densely populated area and slowed down. Perhaps her patting would attract the attention of passersby, who would then notice something was amiss.

Jiang Qin forced herself to think this way while continuously patting the car floor.

Suddenly, the truck stopped.

Jiang Qin's heart suddenly jumped.

Then, through the car wall, Jiang Qin heard a group of people speaking a dialect she couldn't understand.

It sounded like the voices of a group of elderly men and women, and the noise was particularly loud.

Although she couldn't understand the words, she could sense that it seemed to be two groups arguing.

Jiang Qin didn't care much about any of that. What she cared about was that the car had stopped and there were people around!

Thud! Smack! Smack!

"Hey, what's this? Could it be a kidnapping?" an older woman said, trying to cover for them.

The driver, who had already been pulled off the bus, looked a little stiff. Just as he was about to say something, an old man in a vest on a cold day in the crowd went up to him and casually put his hand on his shoulder.

"What year is this? How could there still be human trafficking?" The old man smiled and glanced at the old woman. "Don't talk nonsense."

He was talking, but then he glanced at the driver and smiled.

"Right, young man? Alright, I see you're an honest man. Stop dawdling and open the car door so our village committee can check it out. Don't delay your journey."

"These days, nobody has it easy. Come on, have a smoke with this old man..."

Before he could finish saying the word "smoke," the door opened with a series of loud thuds.

The driver's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could react, the old man who had been holding his shoulder kicked him squarely in the shin, causing him to fall to his knees with a thud, crying out, "Ah!"

At the same time, several young people spoke Mandarin with a regional accent from behind the car.

"Oh no! Oh no! This...this girl has fainted! She's breathing, but she's passed out, what do we do?!"

The old man who had subdued the driver walked over quickly, tossing the cigarette that was draped over his ear as he went.

Jiang Qin was gently lifted down, and the old man was about to take her hand to check her pulse.

Beep—!

A horn sounded, and the SUV quickly pulled over to the side of the road.

The rear door opened, and a tall figure rushed in like the wind.