The owner of the hand was staring at Wen Changling, staring brazenly at her.
The smoke from the cigarette was swirling upwards, and the wind was sweeping up the fallen leaves on the ground. At some point, their movements eerily synchronized, allowing two pairs of eyes to meet through the gaps in the smoke and leaves, unobstructed.
A few seconds later, Wen Changling diverted her gaze and shut the car window.
Not long after, Gu Yihuan got into the car.
"Let's go, Fourth Brother."
The car started and sped away in the opposite direction of the white car.
"Young Master Jiang." A very glamorous lady sat in the driver's seat of the white car, with red lips and curly hair, a beauty of this world, "What are you looking at?"
The man was smoking leisurely, puffing out clouds of smoke.
"Watching a beauty."
*****
With the added presence of Gu Yihuan, the "third wheel," Wen Changling didn't speak much on the way and dozed off.
