Dusk settled in the west, the warm evening glow blending with the setting sun in a radiant splendor.
The city remained as bustling as ever, with a constant flow of traffic.
A black Porsche Cayenne followed a taxi, neither too close nor too far behind.
When the taxi stopped in front of a residential complex, Ning Xixi got out with her luggage and entered, while the Cayenne parked by the roadside nearby.
So she was going to Cheng Youran's place.
Ji Yebai relaxed a little, rubbed his temples, and after rummaging in the storage compartment in front of the car, he found a box of cigarettes.
He seldom lost control of his emotions, but today he felt unusually irritated.
Lighting a cigarette, his deep and vast eyes gazed at a warmly lit window and he almost imperceptibly sighed.
Perhaps, he wasn't even a match for that kid Han Naisen.
The words that he could say so candidly as a child, why are they so difficult to utter now as an adult.
