Impatiently pushing through the crowd at the alley entrance, Xu Xiuqin took the lead, rushing ahead of everyone to see the taxi door open. First, three very eye-catching men got out of the car from the front and rear doors.
The villagers exclaimed "Wow." When the taxi drove into the village, the windows were tightly closed, so people couldn't see the facial features of those inside. Now, at least two of the men getting out of the car looked like the sons of noblemen on stage—extremely handsome and with a presence that was very different from ordinary people.
Yao put his hand into the car, holding Shen Jiayin's hand.
Shen Mao'an squeezed beside Xu Xiuqin with his two younger sisters, and at the moment they saw Yao holding Shen Jiayin's hand as if he were holding a precious treasure, they all felt an inexplicable pang.
