Nan Zhan's gaze slightly fell, and he noticed a small business card beneath the car wheel. He bent down to pick it up, pinching one corner, and under the sunlight, the card was nearly transparent, made of a very cheap type of paper.
The words on the card were simple: Jian Si, portrait sketches, followed by a string of phone numbers.
He looked at the plain business card for a while, then casually tossed it into the car's storage compartment.
Jian Si, carrying a drawing board, climbed up to the sixth floor in one breath. The area she lived in had no elevator, but she was used to going up and down six floors. Today, because she walked too quickly, she was still somewhat out of breath when she took out her keys.
As soon as she entered the door, it was as if she shed some gloomy spirit, exhaling heavily. She grabbed a cup and drank a large glass of water before she could barely suppress the panic in her heart.
