Wen Qiao subconsciously looked up.
When she clearly saw the man at the bottom of the stairs and the car behind him, the first thought that popped into Wen Qiao's head was—
License plates with triple eights, everyone in Jiang City knows whose car this is.
Her second thought was—
Damn it, Jiang Yao's New Year predictions never come true, so why did it have to work this time?
Her third thought was—
Shi Koufan, that hindsight expert, only told her about the extra person half an hour before dinner. Doesn't he have any basic manners?
The man standing at the bottom of the stairs held a cigarette between his fingertips, his legs crossed casually as he leaned against the polished black car. Seeing her come out, he extinguished the cigarette and stared steadily at her.
For a time, neither of them spoke, and a silent atmosphere gradually spread.
Finally, Fu Jinghen was the one who broke the silence, "I'll take you there."
