Qiao Nian had just put on her hoodie, and the brim of her baseball cap happened to cover her cold chin. Now, she looked even more low-key and cool.
She was about to reject Old Master Ye's good intentions when the chauffeur arrived with the car.
Qiao Nian could not dissuade him, so she could only let him send her off.
"Just drop me off at Lan Pavilion."
Lan Pavilion was a relatively famous private clubhouse in Beijing. Ye Maoshan had been there a few times and knew this was a place the younger generation liked to go.
Hence, he instructed the chauffeur, "Go to Lan Pavilion first."
"Understood, Elder Ye."
The chauffeur turned the steering wheel, and the low-key Mercedes-Benz drove steadily toward the Lan Pavilion.
The car disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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At the shop where Qiao Nian and Old Master Ye had their drinks.
