It was Song Chenglu, who had just escaped from the detention center.
Her clothes were filthy, and her tangled hair was plastered to her face.
She was panting heavily, ignoring the pain in her feet.
'I have to hide!'
'I have to hide, now!'
'Any later, and the police will catch up!'
Just as she was about to dash across the intersection and turn into an alley, she caught sight of a figure out of the corner of her eye.
The person was wearing a beige trench coat, standing with their back to her by the bus stop.
'It's Yang Meiling!'
Song Chenglu froze, nearly stumbling.
Her eyes widened as she stared for several seconds, making sure.
'Maybe… she can save me?'
'If she's willing to help, she might be able to get me out of here!'
Song Chenglu's eyes lit up. Forgetting her appearance, she staggered toward Yang Meiling.
"Yang Meiling!"
Yang Meiling was already seething with anger.
