Yan Xiaye silently pursed her lips and opened the car door to get out.
A few meters away, the handsome man heard the sound and looked up.
He did not ask her why she came back so late, his pitch-black pupils faintly gazed at her, his voice deep like the night, carrying a charming tone: "Xiaye."
Perhaps it was his gentle demeanor that was startling, she suddenly felt a bit guilty and hesitated, not knowing what would be better to say.
From the taxi behind her, Jiang Shuliu thought for a moment, instructed the driver to stay put, and followed Yan Xiaye out of the car.
"Hello, I am a former college classmate of Yan Xiaye." Gathering courage to face the strikingly handsome man, Jiang Shuliu did not want Yan Xiaye to be misunderstood and took the initiative to reach out his hand: "My name is Jiang Shuliu."
At this moment, even the taxi driver inside the car couldn't help but enlarge his eyes, waiting to see how Li Yuntang would react.
