Chen Fang was taken aback again.
He repeated the license plate number into his phone.
Then he hung up the call.
"How did you know the license plate number?"
Chen Fang asked.
Yu Zhengchuan always had a smile on his face and said, "Because I saw it, of course."
"No, what I mean is that girl left and you came in right after—you did run into that girl, but how did you know she got into the car you described?"
Chen Fang asked.
Yu Zhengchuan chuckled and said, "When I entered, the driver was wearing a cap and a mask, acting all secretive, and that car was the only one using a fake license plate. I spotted it right away."
Spotted it right away?
Is he that amazing?
At this moment, Chen Fang suddenly felt that he needed to reassess the 'hehe Mr.' before him.
Always wearing a smile, a peeping Tom, fond of married women—put together, these traits paint the image of a sleazy man.
