The car stopped at the entrance of the alley, and it was already nine o'clock at night.
The extended Pullman's extraordinary size invariably attracted the attention of passersby.
If any residents nearby were paying attention, they would have noticed the frequency of this car's presence in this area had become increasingly dense over the past month.
The license plate highlighted the owner's distinguished status.
Perhaps no one would have imagined that the executive director of Zhonggang, always so busy, would from time to time have his driver take him from Central to Tsing Yi, a journey of half an hour, just to personally send a secretary home.
Liang Weining got out of the car, stood outside the door, bent over to face the back seat, and waved, "See you tomorrow, Mr. Chen."
Every time they parted, this sentence had become the girl's habitual farewell.
In the past, no matter what, Chen Jingyuan would always respond indifferently.
