C157 Survival

"Are they following us …" Meng Qingge looked at Little Zhang with misty eyes, "You're trying to kill me!"

Little Zhang looked at the frightened Meng Qingge, his eyes darkened, "I'm going to get a car. Let's go home first, our phones are both in the car, the boss must be in a hurry. Wait for me here, don't open the door for anyone except me."

"Right." Meng Qingge nodded