"Who... are you exactly?" Ji Wei asked, her heart pounding.
The driver seemed to let out a cold laugh and suddenly yanked his arm out of Ji Wei's grasp forcefully.
Because of the sheer strength, Ji Wei's hand slipped abruptly, and her body tilted backward uncontrollably, stumbling onto the car seat.
Her head felt heavy, her consciousness grew increasingly blurry. Ji Wei tried to prop herself up, but after barely two seconds, she slumped weakly onto the seat, her hair disheveled, hanging down messily, motionless.
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At the project site, Ling Ling stood in the hallway staring at her phone, stunned for a few seconds.
Just moments ago, she had called Ji Wei to ask if the investigation report on Shuiyun Lane needed to be sent over for her to confirm again. However, the call had been picked up for barely two seconds before being hung up.
Ling Ling found it odd. Judging by Ji Wei's personality, she wouldn't pick up a call without saying anything and immediately hang up.
