The night was as dark as ink, West Street closed early, and at this time, many shops were already shut. There were few pedestrians about, giving the scene a slightly desolate feel.
The man in the car gazed out the window with an apathetic look, his thin lips tightly pressed together, emanating a sense of chilling arrogance.
"She seems to have a good impression of you!" came a cold voice, shattering the silence inside the car. It was Lu Yinchu.
Mo Yan cleared his throat awkwardly, "Mr. Lu, that's one joke I can't afford to make!"
The man's eyes twinkled with amusement as he responded nonchalantly, "She is always grateful to those who help her. Apparently, I am now isolated as an adversary in her eyes…"
Mo Yan pursed his lips, seeing the man partially close his eyes, though the smile on his lips never faded!
...
Nanxi walked up to her uncle's house and checked the time before knocking on the door. At this hour, her uncle should still be awake!
