Before heading to the Pear Garden at night, Li Changzhou took a bath to wash off the fragrance left by Li Biwei on his body—she had applied powder, and Yang Qinglan's Perception was acute.
It was utterly unfortunate. Li Changzhou did not consider this a romantic encounter; for him, it was absolutely a disaster.
Apart from Yang Qinglan, he had no desire to touch any other woman.
Moreover, just earlier—on the train ride here—he had made a pact with Yang Qinglan that even speaking with the opposite sex should be divided by gender; he would handle the men, and she would handle the women. Yet, it wasn't long before a woman sat on his lap.
Reflecting on this, the car quickly arrived at the Pear Garden.
The attendants of the Pear Garden had long been sharp-eyed; they could tell who it was just by looking at the car's license plate. Before Li Changzhou's car even stopped, smiles were already piled on a welcoming face as they approached the disembarkation point.
