Meng Jilin watched her serene appearance, his eyes flashing with an unusual luster, using drinking water to mask his emotions.
Outside the restaurant, on the roadside, a black car pulled over, but the person inside did not get out.
The black car was a Rolls-Royce, and of course, the person inside was Ye Sihan.
He just looked towards the restaurant entrance through the car window, his face cold and restrained.
Xing Ling walked out of the restaurant, ready to get into Meng Jilin's car, when she stiffened.
Because she recognized the car in the distance.
When had he arrived? Where was Ye Sihan? She was fairly certain she had not seen Ye Sihan enter the restaurant.
His presence was so dominant, if he had entered the restaurant, it would have definitely caused quite a stir.
So, was he still in the car?
Xing Ling stared blankly at the car window, as if locking eyes with Ye Sihan, that strange psychological intensity was so strong.
Convinced that Ye Sihan was inside the car.
