"Wan Qing, what are you looking at?"
Ma Lingling, who had already sat down and started eating, noticed Mu Wanqing frequently glancing to the side, feeling somewhat puzzled.
"Nothing much." Mu Wanqing shook her head. She just realized that in this restaurant, she had unexpectedly encountered that man she bumped into coming out of the airport.
What concerned her most was that the man kept staring at her with a strange look in his eyes, giving her an indescribable feeling.
After the two finished their meal, Ma Lingling drove toward Maple Hill Villa. Fortunately, they had a navigation system; otherwise, finding the place would have been even more troublesome.
"We're here."
Getting out of the car and approaching the gate of Maple Hill Villa, Ma Lingling, who was visiting for the first time, saw the grandeur of the Maple Hill mansions and the surrounding landscape design, and couldn't help exclaiming, "Each of these villas must be close to a hundred million."
