Zhao Jing had no time to think; he drove his car to the outside of Shen Jiangli's villa.
It was rare to see anyone in the villa complex, especially in the cold winter, and even more so when the year-end festivities had not yet concluded, there were even fewer pedestrians outside.
The entire villa complex was quiet and peaceful.
Perhaps it was because of this silence that the two people inside the car immediately saw Han Manyin outside.
At that moment, she was standing on the steps of the villa, craning her neck to look out, as if anxiously waiting for something.
Shen Jiangli looked at her and felt bitter; from her eyes, it was clear that the person she was waiting for was him.
He pulled the door open and got out of the car.
Han Manyin saw him at once.
City snow sealed the ground, the surroundings were covered in white, and he, dressed in a black overcoat with a properly matched suit underneath, took steps towards her.
