“That punk Tang Yao got himself into a hot mess. He hasn’t answered his phone in over three hours,” Nie Yan anxiously said. He stomped on the accelerator. At 500 km/hr, he sped past all other cars on the highway.

“Who would go after Tang Yao?” Xie Yao asked in surprise. She immediately realized this wasn’t the time to ask such a question. “I’ll ask my father to track down his last known whereabouts.”

“Thanks.” Nie Yan nodded. In the previous timeline, the bar fight had occurred a year from now on July 8th. The timing wasn’t correct. Nothing should happen to Tang Yao today! However, Tang Yao’s safety had been weighing heavily on his mind, and he still couldn’t shake off that uneasy feeling. Now wasn’t the time to be reserved.

No one could predict fate. Nie Yan had specifically warned Tang Yao not to go to any bars. What he worried about most was that incident from his past life repeating itself. He believed he had changed history for the better with his rebirth and prevented Tang...