She was beginning to feel disheartened and was considering calling her family's driver to pick her up.
Just as she took out her phone and began scrolling through contacts, she suddenly heard the shrill sound of brakes screeching. A car came to a stop right in front of her.
She looked up in confusion. This was clearly not a taxi, but a strikingly slick Rolls-Royce Silver Charm, a private car. But why was a private car pulling over here?
She took a step back.
The car window rolled down, and Nan Sichen's face appeared before her. His complexion didn't look good, hidden in the dim light, he exuded a strong chill, making Qin Yin shiver involuntarily.
She cursed inwardly, 'damn, despite all precautions, I still bumped into him.' She stretched her somewhat rigid hand in a gesture and said, "Hey, what a coincidence. Are you here for fun too?"
Nan Sichen ignored her greeting, and only said two words in a cold tone, "Get in."
