Out of politeness.
The driver's side window of the Maybach also rolled down, but not completely.
The window lowered halfway, revealing Jiang Chen's face.
Although it was night, from such a close distance, Fujiwara Takuya was still able to see clearly and recognize that face he'd met a few times before.
"Mr. Jiang?"
He was surprised and astonished.
"Mr. Fujiwara, what a coincidence to meet again."
Jiang Chen smiled, not realizing how much self-control it took to maintain such politeness at that moment.
After a brief moment of stiffness, that hand started moving again, and with more intensity than before.
This woman.
She was genuinely insane.
Did she truly not care about decorum and morality?
Are they perhaps from the same family?
"It really is a coincidence, Mr. Jiang's car is..."
Fujiwara Takuya could see Jiang Chen's face, but only his face.
"It broke down."
