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Despite the distance of a few meters, Shen Zhiyi's words fell, and the light casting on her path flickered in response. Pei Yu raised his phone a bit higher, murmuring a low "Hmm."
Xiaodong, the assistant, now realized that he was not the driver. Recalling the cautions drilled into her by the agent, she cleverly refrained from asking further and quietly slipped away.
Wrapped tight in a blanket, Shen Zhiyi's damp hair clung to her cheeks. When she looked up, a faint puzzlement played in her eyes, "Mr. Pei, why have you come over?"
As he spoke, he had already come closer. Pei Yu saw her complexion, pale from the drenching, and his brow furrowed slightly. Without answering her question, he bent over to the driver's seat to switch on the interior light, "Get in and change your clothes first."
