The woman was very thin, almost unnaturally so in everyday life.
She had that kind of pale, delicate complexion, appearing frail and gentle like a willow in the breeze.
At that moment, Fu Hanzheng was shielding her with his arm, had opened the rear car door, and helped her into the car.
Then, he closed the black umbrella and got into the car himself.
Driving away.
His movements were fluid and graceful.
As if he had done it many times before.
Xu Ningxi's radar told her that Fu Hanzheng and this fragile woman were acquainted.
If they weren't, they wouldn't have coordinated so closely, their movements so natural.
She stood there, stunned and motionless.
Gradually, her eyes reddened.
Du Zhizhou just happened to be driving by, and following her gaze, he also witnessed the scene.
Without a word, he grabbed Xu Ningxi's hand and guided her into his car.
Du Zhizhou drove off, following Fu Hanzheng's car closely.
Xu Ningxi bit her lip corner.
She took a deep breath.
