Chapter 17

Big data is quite exaggerated.

For several days in a row, it kept recommending cycling to me.

I even started seeing all sorts of chaotic things from the cycling community.

I declined the evening drinking session and drove home.

The house was empty.

Only the sensor lights cast a dim glow.

Lu Tong wasn’t home again.

The entrance was piled with a lot of Lu Tong’s cycling gear.

I sent Lu Tong a message, “Where are you?”

Lu Tong didn’t reply.

I don’t know when it started, but Lu Tong no longer responds to my messages instantly.

I scrolled through Lu Tong’s social media moments.

The most recent update was located at the lakeside highway.

The update was half an hour ago.

I gripped the car keys and headed downstairs.

The speed on the road was soaring, impossible to slow down.

There were hardly any cars on the lakeside highway at night.

I circled most of the way before spotting a group of cyclists parked by the roadside.

The headlights shone on them, revealing both men and women.

Someone turned to look at me.

And I immediately spotted Lu Tong.

She was bending over to check the bike’s tires.

Her already short top gradually rode up, revealing a section of her fair waist.

As I rushed down from the car, a man happened to walk up beside Lu Tong.

From my angle, the man was almost leaning into Lu Tong.

I strode over and pushed the man aside, “What are you doing!”

Not only Lu Tong, but everyone’s eyes fell on me.

Filled with confusion and inquiry.

Lu Tong straightened up and asked me indifferently, “Why are you here?”

Then she turned to look at the man I had just pushed, her tone concerned.

“Cheng Yu, are you okay?”