The evening breeze began to rise, lifting Ning Guiwan's curled hair that draped over her shoulders. She raised her hand to brush away the locks covering her eyes and curved her fiery red lips into a shallow smile toward the man in the car.
"Uncle Quan."
Her tone was calm and indifferent, as if their relationship was merely that of an elder and a junior, nothing more.
Quan Yu subtly averted his gaze, shifted his position, and spoke in a low voice, "Get in."
Ning Guiwan was silent for a moment before gathering her skirt and getting into the car.
The black Cullinan swiftly left the hospital parking lot. Ning Guiwan didn't ask where they were going, and Quan Yu didn't say.
Through the car window, she watched Quan Yu's bodyguard removing memory cards from the reporters' cameras one by one. Even from a distance, Ning Guiwan could see the reporters' frustrated yet helpless expressions. They were angry but dared not resist.
