The man extinguished his cigarette, lazily raised his hand, and signaled for her to take the passenger seat.
The young girl moved unhurriedly, seating herself slowly and gently, her bare knees elegantly coming together and resting at an angle beneath her short skirt.
He gave her a once-over.
Frail in appearance but showing no signs of illness, she just sneezed while placing her bag.
'Tsk'
Coquettishly enough to melt bones.
Presumably, the car's air conditioning was extremely low; she rummaged for a tissue while Xu Jingxi, in no hurry to drive off, glanced briefly but intensively at the silver-haired man's figure outside the car, unusually young.
He snapped a photo and sent it to Schreyer.
Without giving anything away.
Then, Mr. Xu, as if nothing was amiss, like a thoroughly nice guy, elegantly curved his lips into a smile and spun the steering wheel single-handedly.
Yet the hand on the steering wheel betrayed him, the veins on the back of his hand swollen, subtly writhing.
