After Yanling sent the photos, he contentedly began painting. Yan Luoxi was talking to Han Zheng in the distance, completely unaware that Yanling had secretly photographed them.
In the evening, Han Zheng received a phone call, his face changed dramatically, "What did you say?"
Yan Luoxi stood beside him, her heart suspended in the air with his expression. She stared at Han Zheng intently, and as soon as he hung up the phone, she hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
"That driver has been apprehended by someone else first, Luoxi. Let Xiaoling pack up, and I'll send you both back right away." Han Zheng patted her shoulder, his expression grave as he walked toward Yanling.
Yanling had just finished a painting and, hearing footsteps behind him, turned around and smiled obediently at Han Zheng, "Uncle Han, this is my painting. Does it look good?"
