The black Bentley cruised along the road, the light outside casting a mottled pattern.
The man on the passenger seat reclined his seat and lounged back casually. In the dim light imbibed with shades of darkness, he exuded the air of a noble rascal.
Yan Luoxi pursed her lips before suddenly asking, "Hey, what's your story? I can't find any information about you on search engines. You seem pretty mysterious."
Li Yeqi slightly raised his eyebrows, playing with an orange in his hand, his voice lazy, "So, you've looked me up."
"Of course. I have to know what kind of person I've inexplicably married, whether he's wealthy or not, if he can afford to take care of me," Yan Luoxi said earnestly. In reality, when she couldn't find any information about Li Yeqi, she'd concluded that the box of marriage certificates was a prank.
Regarding seeing Li Yeqi again, she had already forgotten what the man on the marriage certificates looked like.
