Chapter 948

Bai Zhenhua was taken away by the police. James emerged from the bushes, his face covered in seven or eight mosquito bites... The air felt heavy as James glared at Bai Zhenhua's residence, grinding his teeth in frustration. "Lucky bastard," he muttered under his breath. "Got hauled off by the cops before I could get to him." With a disdainful snort, James shoved the fruit knife back into his pocket and trudged away reluctantly. He hadn't gone far when he spotted Fu Sihan stepping out of his car in a panic. Their eyes locked—James staring at Fu Sihan, Fu Sihan staring back. A wave of guilt washed over James, and he immediately lowered his gaze, unable to meet Fu Sihan's eyes. Fu Sihan exhaled in relief and strode over. "What are you doing here?" He had half a mind to scold James, but the sight of his mosquito-ravaged face was almost comical. "I... I was just taking a walk," James lied, refusing to admit he'd come to settle a score with a blade. "A walk that conveniently led you to this