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Half an hour later, a black Rolls-Royce appeared before Lu Xiaoyou and Yan Zhi.
The rear window rolled down, revealing the handsome and elegant visage of a man. Shi Yan didn't look at Yan Zhi; he only smiled at Lu Xiaoyou.
His entire being exuded an air of refined nobility, unlike Long Xiliang's imposing authority, Hou Muyan's reckless abandon, or Yong Sizhe's geniality.
Shi Yan was a genteel nobleman whom nobody could easily imagine held sway over a place as hedonistic as Secret Garden.
The driver got out to help Yan Zhi store several bags of dog food, showing her great respect and even addressing her as "Miss Yan."
Yan Zhi, reluctant to leave, walked toward the car door. Before getting in, she took one last look at Lu Xiaoyou and waved goodbye.
Lu Xiaoyou waved back at Yan Zhi, not delving into the nature of her relationship with Shi Yan.
As Yan Zhi settled into the car, Lu Xiaoyou quirked one corner of her lips at Shi Yan.
