Qin Muchuan looked anxiously at the cars on the side lane, his expression sinking instantly...
Soon, two limited-edition business-class luxury cars were parked one after another near the square. It was working hours and there were but a few people around. Only a group of elderly men and women were singing Beijing opera there.
Su Yueze closed the car door with a 'bang'.
Qin Muchuan also got out of the car and shut the door behind him.
The look on Su Yueze's face was more solemn than Qin Muchuan's. He stared at Qin Muchuan without a hint of humor. "I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, wondering how it could be you in the car. I rubbed my eyes and looked again and again before I was sure it was you. Did you change your car?"
Qin Muchuan pursed his lips tightly, waiting for the other man to recover from the surprise.
