The man was wearing a white wool sweater, and he stood motionless in the freezing night.
Ming Ansheng uncurled his fingers, and he stared at the man with sheer intensity in his eyes.
Suddenly, the man rested his back against the car door, as though he had no intention of leaving.
Did they plan to meet, and he was waiting for her?
At the thought of it, Ming Ansheng felt as though a giant rock was crushing his heart. And it didn't help that he didn't have any right to be jealous.
He could only stare and watch.
Seconds and minutes went by.
But the guy resting against the white car didn't move; neither did Su Yue appear. He wasn't using his phone either.
He was merely gazing at the mansion from afar.
Ming Ansheng could only glimpse the side of his face. He couldn't see his expression.
It puzzled him.
