But as she looked around, there wasn't a single familiar face on the tree-lined path. Nor did the few visible cars seem out of place.
At that moment, Wan Donglin clearly saw her head leaning further and further out of the window. Her entire body was practically draped over the windowsill. It was the second floor, quite close. When she leaned out like that, he could clearly see her holding her phone.
Her gaze landed on his car several times, only to shift away again. He had only himself to blame; in the past, he always flaunted super-luxurious cars. This time, he had deliberately chosen a low-key model.
Yan Xixi scanned the area several times but found nothing unusual.
She said patiently, "Sir, I assure you I have never given you any ambiguous hints! If you insist there's something, then you're overthinking."
