"Uncle, I saw Mom."
The little guy quickly rolled down the car window and waved toward Zhang Qian at the roadside, shouting, "Mom, I'm here."
A few people at the Huaxi Club entrance also noticed the small figure, all giving flattering smiles and compliments, "Qian, your little girl is really cute."
The female store manager, in her thirties, asked with a smile, "Qian, how should we address your husband later?"
She recognized that car; she had seen it at the exhibition last week. A Lamborghini Urus, worth no less than three million in the market.
Zhang Qian was silent for a moment before responding softly, "He's not my husband, we're just friends."
"Sorry, sorry, my bad for misspeaking."
The female store manager showed an embarrassed look, then her expression shifted subtly.
That's because she noticed the little girl getting out of the car, and the man holding her hand seemed more and more familiar.
