Huai Fu Yueming pursed his thin lips and said nothing.
"Yueming, let's get in the car."
"Okay."
The two of them got into the back of the car, and the luxury vehicle started moving.
...
In the silent cabin, the partition in front had already been lowered; the driver in the front couldn't see the back.
Le Yishuang turned her head to look at the man whose gaze was fixed on the window outside. His profile was cold and hard, three-dimensional and charming, with broad shoulders, elegantly crossed ankles, and an expensive wristwatch on his wrist. His entire presence exuded the calm poise and noble air appropriate for a 30-year-old man. His thin lips were still slightly pursed, seemingly preoccupied with some troubles, radiating a hint of vicissitudes that ages had endowed him with a unique charm, particularly alluring to women.
