Fang Yuan realized only when she truly started deducing that her understanding of Lu Yuan was shallow; she knew almost nothing about him.
Her heart froze to numbness in the icy cavern of her chest.
Not long after, the car door was pulled open, and Lu Yuan quickly dove in, followed by the car starting up and speeding away like lightning.
Because of inertia, Fang Yuan's back slammed hard against the car door, the pain making her involuntarily grunt, but Lu Yuan glanced at her and ignored her, only frowning as he quickly shed his coat.
She saw a wound on his arm. His hand was shaking as he raised it, and the bespectacled subordinate sitting opposite him deftly opened a medical kit and prepared a syringe to inject him.
Despite the high speed and frequent turns of the car, the subordinate's hand was incredibly steady—clearly, he was a professional medic.
Fang Yuan hardly dared to breathe heavily; the situation was far beyond her understanding. Who exactly was Lu Yuan?
