Night time. 8:30 p.m.
Above the sky, clouds covered the stars and moons. It was dark and musky. Yet clatters of lightning brightened occasionally ensued by a thunderclap.
No rain fell.
A lone vehicle was driving on the two-lane road. High beams of lights moved up and down a little. A closer look revealed a sedan class.
Ling Qingyu drove back to the manor, after waiting for Yang Qingyue. The girls who followed her to the auction had taken the first step.
Only half an hour later, Yang Qingyue finished and came back. Ling Qingyu stood alone in a daze, regretting she should have followed.
Even Fan Xi greeted her and returned. Well, for the sake of love, she was very patient. Anyway, Yang Qingyue was doing something important and she understood.
Inside the Bentley, an awkward silence prevailed. Both sides knew each other's inner thoughts. No one was a child. Their deep mind had seen everything clearly.