The man who has served in the army naturally has physical qualities that can't be compared to those gentlemen who stay in greenhouses.
No longer insisting, she looked into the man's deep black eyes, curled her fingers back to hold his hand, and smiled, "Then let's walk a little faster."
The two walked forward for less than ten minutes when Mu Jin Huan suddenly stopped, and Nan Wan, being led by the hand, naturally stopped as well. Looking up in confusion, she found that he was looking in a direction to the left of her.
Following his gaze, she looked over.
A silver Bentley, parked next to a streetlamp with a very domineering angle, bore a license plate she was familiar with.
"This seems to be Huo Yihan's car."
Mu Jin Huan withdrew his gaze, took a long stride, and said in a deep, calm voice, "It's his."
Nan Wan didn't look anymore, being led up the steps by the man by her side. They weren't walking at a fast pace, more accurate to say it was like a stroll.
