Ji Ming did not come with her tonight.
Leaving Fuyuan, it was Song Baiyan who drove himself.
The car that Song Baiyan drove wasn't the familiar Lexus of Tang Li, but a common black Ford. Whether parked in an underground garage or blending into the traffic, the Ford worth a couple hundred thousand was clearly much more discreet than the Lexus.
This Ford sedan belonged to Song Baiyan's secretary.
When they dined in Fuyuan, except for phone calls, no one disturbed them mid-meal.
Later, when they left the private room, they used the VIP channel just as they had when they arrived. Even though Fuyuan was a frequent spot for celebrities and politicians, they didn't bump into any old acquaintances who recognized Song Baiyan.
Tang Li more or less sensed that Song Baiyan did this for her.
—It wasn't because she couldn't be seen by others.
Sometimes, being low-profile is a form of protection.
