After a while, the man wearing sunglasses returned to the car.
There was also a glamorous woman sitting in the back seat, who, seeing the man return, smiled and said, "So, just a look?"
"Yeah," the man responded in a low voice.
"Just a look is enough?" the woman asked with a teasing smile.
"Not the right time."
"You said it yourself, don't keep nagging me about it!" the woman said with a sigh, "Oh, some people are really tough on the outside but then cry under the covers!"
"Who's crying under the covers?" the man frowned, his face displeased and slightly stern.
The driver in front, gripping the steering wheel, started sweating nervously.
The woman, not scared at all, chirped in agreement, "Alright, alright, you didn't cry, you didn't cry. Let's go home then, no more looking."
As she spoke, the woman ordered the driver, "Old Xu, let's go, let's hurry back, it's kind of tiring."
Urged by the woman, the driver started the car and sped off.
