Lu Jinwen had not expected to see her pretty back and his deep eyes narrowed. He froze on the spot.
When Lin Xuanji turned back, she saw the man staring squarely at her, his gaze fixed and unblinking.
She was shocked and she promptly tried to cover her chest. "Old Madam, please help me to pull up my zipper."
Old Madam Lu glared at Lu Jinwen. "What are you looking at, you brat? Turn your head and don't look!"
With that, she stretched her hands out to help Lin Xuanji with her zipper, but halfway through pulling it up, she swiftly let out a cry. "Aye, Xuanji, the zipper is stuck."
"…"
What was this coincidental timing?
"What are you idling there for, brat? Come over here and help Xuanji pull up the zipper!" After saying that, Old Madam Lu left the scene.
Lin Xuanji felt the leather chair behind her sinking as the man came nearer, together with a faint smell of nicotine. Lu Jinwen got into the car.
