The data on the screen showed the previous driving trajectory, driving along the warning line throughout the entire process. No wonder the car behind could not catch up.

What she didn't know was that it was definitely the first time for Jia Yan to drive this car, and he had no clue about traffic regulations.

There happened to be a prompt on the monitor, so he just followed it. There was nothing mysterious about it.

Of course, even if you were stopped just now, it wouldn't be a big problem.

With Jia Yan's strength, it is impossible for the female reporter to be captured.

Now that he wants to take care of this matter, no one on this planet can stop him.

"Besides where you live, is there any other place you can hide?"

Jia Yan asked as he drove the car, seemingly carefree.

He knew that this car belonged to someone else, and there might be communication or recording equipment in the car to transmit their conversations and performance to a distant place.

But with the brainwave power released, the machine trying to detect his conversation couldn't find anything at all.

"I definitely can't go back to my home. These crazy guys will look for me, but I have a place that they definitely don't know. It's in the suburbs. I'll point you there, but this car..."

"It's okay, we can just change it."

Change car?

The female reporter didn't understand what Jia Yan said. When she did, she didn't know what to say.

Jia Yan came to the ground, found a car, and the car opened automatically. Jia Yan asked the female reporter to take out enough money to buy the car, transfer it to the car owner's card number, and then flew away with the female reporter.

Then he went to the next place, and he traded this car with a junk car stall on the roadside, exchanging a good car for a junk car, and then rode a bicycle-like but powerful car, without a license plate, with

The female reporter rode slowly in the direction she indicated.

"You are a child, you know a lot about these things. By the way, are you a child? I don't think you are."

The female reporter was sitting in the back row, looking at Jia Yan, and suddenly felt a little wary in her heart.

After all, she had gone through a lot today, and she would be a fool to remain so innocent.

"Me? Haha, just think that I'm not a child."

Jia Yan laughed, enjoying the pleasure of riding this two-wheeled bicycle. While admiring the green scenery on the roadside, he walked towards the place provided by the female reporter.

Not long after, they arrived at the location indicated by the female reporter. It was a good place. They saw a small wooden house that looked old but very charming.

"This wooden house belongs to a distant relative of mine. She passed away suddenly a few days ago. Before she left, she hung up the phone and told me that this house would be given to me because I was the closest relative she could find. I am concerned about this.

I haven’t told anyone, and we can’t even find our relationship in the genealogy, so no one should know.”

The female reporter took Jia Yan into the wooden house.

As expected, it is an antique wooden house that is old and has its own unique temperament.

"This distant relative of mine has been a lifelong copywriter. There isn't much else in this house, but there are a lot of books. In other words, it was her influence that led me to this line of work."
Chapter completed!