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What shocked Xu Wenyao was,
the car had a Jiangjing license plate.
It came to a steady stop in front of the two, and the passenger-side window rolled down.
Xu Wenyao finally got a clear view of the person in the driver's seat. The person was wearing a Bluetooth headset, seemingly in the middle of a conversation just a second ago. The black shirt at the wrist was casually rolled up, and slender fingertips rested on the steering wheel, only glancing at Xu Wenyao briefly.
It was an aloofness that seemed to emanate from the bones.
Just one glance was enough to feel the chilling disdain.
"Goodbye." Bai Lian opened the car door, nodded slightly at Xu Wenyao, her demeanor neither cold nor warm, measuring the distance perfectly.
By the time Xu Wenyao came back to his senses, the window had closed, and the blue car had already driven away.
