Watching Qin Jingzhi and Ren Chuqing get into the taxi, the car slowly pulling away, Wen Muqing, who had been tightly pursing his lips, finally began to speak slowly, "Follow them."
"Yes," the driver responded, following the taxi.
Wen Muqing sat with a stony face, continuously watching the two of them get out of the taxi and walk into a large mall in Guangcheng.
"Second Young Master, what is this about..." the driver hesitantly asked.
Wen Muqing didn't make a sound, his gaze fixed on the mall, and the car was filled with an unsettling silence.
The driver didn't dare ask anything more; after all, if the Second Young Master didn't give any commands, he might as well just sit there.
After Ren Chuqing and Qin Jingzhi entered the mall, she asked, "What brands do you usually wear?"
