Sang Nanfeng watched all of Sang Qiao's actions from the back seat without making a sound.
The vehicle sped along the road, gradually veering away from the main thoroughfare and heading down a more secluded path.
Sang Qiao faintly sensed something was amiss and looked down once more to see that the message she had sent out over ten minutes ago hadn't gone through, and the phone signal had been poor the entire time.
She couldn't send out any messages, let alone make phone calls.
She lifted her head to glance at the driver's seat where Sang Nanfeng was seated, "Is this the way to the hospital?"
Sang Nanfeng didn't reply but instead floored the accelerator and drove into a yard. After parking the vehicle, he turned around to look at Sang Qiao.
Meanwhile, two people had already pulled the gates closed and, after locking them, stood silently by.
Sang Nanfeng, looking at Sang Qiao who was still sitting quietly in the back seat, laughed out loud,
