Lu Mian paused, and beneath her sunglasses, her clear eyes swept over a figure rushing by not far away.
The person was not tall, with an ordinary face, blending into the crowd without drawing any attention.
But for some inexplicable reason, Lu Mian thought of someone.
The stranger, plain and unremarkable, in Xiao Qimo's office.
These two people didn't look alike, but both had the kind of temperament that would disappear in a crowd, almost invisible. The other person, silent and terse, carried a simple suitcase and walked forward with his head down.
A fleeting illusion made Lu Mian halt; for a second, she subconsciously thought that Xiao Qimo had arrived.
She was really overthinking it.
A self-deprecating smile slowly formed on her lips as Lu Mian unconsciously pushed at her sunglasses, an action that brought to mind the face of a debonair scoundrel.
"Damn!"
