Jiang Qian's car and the taxi carrying Lin Zhengran passed each other on the road.
Of course, Lin Zhengran saw the familiar car from his taxi. Jiang Qian, in turn, spotted the figure inside, and her expression shifted.
The taxi disappeared from sight, and the Rolls-Royce came to a stop.
A smile played on Jiang Jingshi's red lips. She crossed her arms, watching with curiosity as Jiang Qian and Fang Meng got out of the car.
Jiang Qian walked up to her sister, her gaze icy and her presence imposing.
But despite her gentle demeanor, Jiang Jingshi's presence was no less powerful; she held her ground completely.
Her tone was deliberately, almost unnaturally, gentle. "Qianqian? What brings you here so late at night? Taking Meng out for a spin?"
Jiang Qian's elegant brows knitted together. She scanned the area until her eyes landed on a pet shop with its lights off but its door still ajar.
Jiang Qian clenched her fists. 'So this is where my sister just met with Lin Zhengran.'
