From outside the car window, one simply couldn't see inside the vehicle—these windows, in Hollywood, were even dubbed "car-shake facilitators." Hiding inside, as long as the windows remained closed, not even the most formidable paparazzi could snap a single picture.
Ordinary women, upon entering this car, not to mention whether they would find it novel—at least they would be curious enough to look around, right? However, Jian Anning's gaze was clear and bright. Even though she was anxious to find Yu Zexiao, she didn't exhibit an overly flustered demeanor.
"Don't worry, this isn't your fault," he said, his eyes flashing a warm smile.
"Thank you," Jian Anning knew that once she got into the car and told the driver the address, all that was left was to wait.
