Luo Qianqian still listened to Qin Nuan's advice, and after having a meal, she entered the café at just the right time.
Meanwhile, Qin Nuan and her two companions arrived more than half an hour earlier to avoid suspicion and sat at the table next to hers.
Luo Qianqian calmly sat down, ordered her drink, and looked out the window at the street scene, seemingly unaware of the three peculiar girls at the next table.
Soon, a handsome uncle in a business suit walked over from another table and sat across from Luo Qianqian.
Luo Qianqian frowned slightly. Who is this? What's going on?
Don't tell her that this normal-looking uncle is behind the bleached-blond, eccentric Zhao Wenxuan?
A well-tailored gray suit, neat black short hair, and a clean-shaven chin, every detail exuded elegance, making it impossible for Luo Qianqian to associate this person with Zhao Wenxuan.
"Luo Qianqian?" The handsome uncle was the first to speak.
Luo Qianqian nodded, acknowledging the obvious fact.
