Lu Wanwan had seen him before but had never heard him speak.
His voice, much like the man himself, was mysteriously cold, carrying a unique cadence.
"Miss Lu, hello," Cesar continued, his voice devoid of emotion.
Wen Qiao's pupils suddenly widened, disbelievingly staring at the person in the car.
Why was he here? She had clearly not yet reached the place he mentioned.
"Wanwan, I, I didn't..." she looked anxiously at Lu Wanwan, "I didn't know he would find this place, I thought..."
...that as long as they were in the public eye in Manchester, he wouldn't dare do anything rash.
That's why she suggested not going to the restaurant and chose to meet on a busy street during the rush hour instead.
Additionally, they were not far from Ji Shaoyang's company, and there were police stations nearby.
"It's okay. If you had intended to lead me straight to him, there would have been better choices than the street," Lu Wanwan answered calmly, "Was yesterday's incident intentional?"
