As he spoke, he sat in the driver's seat of the black Cayenne.
After the sound of an engine was heard, the black Cayenne slowly started up.
Su Ruowan stood in the open space of the parking lot and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
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In the car, Jing Muchen took out a lighter and a cigarette from the locker in the car. After lighting it up, his slender fingers brought the cigarette to his lips and he took a deep puff.
After exhaling a beautiful smoke ring, his tense emotions were somewhat relieved.
Then, he picked up his phone and dialed another number.
"Little Uncle."
Jing Yanxi's soft voice came from the other end. He asked impatiently," Little Uncle, why did you call me so late? Is Wanwan alright?""
"I'm fine." Jing Muchen smoked his cigarette, his mood slowly improving.
"Well, that's good. But why didn't she call me? She didn't answer my call just now."The little guy complained.
