Under the cover of night, the streetlight dim.
The man stood there with a cigarette between his fingers, his posture as straight as Rong Qingsong, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.
Lin Yan got out of the car, and Lu Chenyuan stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and approached to close the car door for her.
Lin Yan, with a face full of confusion, looked at Lu Chenyuan's cool and tense handsome face and asked, "Why have you asked me to come here so late?"
Lin Yan stared at the luxurious and grandiose Nordic-style villa in front of her, her heart racing, nervous and apprehensive.
Could this be the Lu Family's place? Was Lu Chenyuan finally willing to take her to meet his family?
Lin Yan somewhat awkwardly ran her hand through her hair, tucking the stray strands behind her ear.
Coming over in such a hurry, could it be too abrupt?
