Su Miaomiao didn't look back as she got into the car, and Lu Zi'ang stood up, wanting to follow.
Meeting Xie Yuan's icy gaze sent a chill down his spine for no reason.
He felt this man looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
His eyes fell on Xie Yuan's wheelchair, bringing a hint of mockery.
Was this the husband Su Miaomiao spoke of? A cripple? Even with some dirty money, how could he protect a beauty like Su Miaomiao?
During that brief moment of distraction, Xie Yuan had already gotten into the car.
The black Maybach drove into the darkness and gradually disappeared.
Xie Yuan leaned against the car window, slightly closed his eyes, his left hand slowly twirling the black Buddha beads.
Despite the peak of summer, Su Miaomiao felt somewhat cold.
"Could you turn up the air conditioning a bit?"
The driver glanced at Xie Yuan in the rearview mirror before adjusting the temperature higher.
