Qi Lingfeng's expression subtly changed, and just as he was about to follow.
Gu Yaoqi held him back and patted his shoulder, "There's nothing to hide, let him go."
Without needing to point it out, someone as smart as Qi Lingfeng would surely know that the paparazzo was not a coincidence, but deliberate.
A faint smile played on his lips, and he showed no other superfluous emotions, nodding in agreement.
For now, he still needed to give Gu Yaoqi this much face.
A few people then bid farewell to Qi Lingfeng in turn.
And each got into their own sedans, driving towards the Gu family compound.
Qiao Xiguan was exceptionally quiet the whole time, quiet as if she were just like the air itself, gazing at the dazzling night scene of Shanghai's streets.
Wa Da drove the car, glancing at Qiao Xiguan through the rearview mirror, and asked, "Seems like you have something on your mind tonight?"
