Seeing the lights in the living room opposite go out, the man finally set down the binoculars and returned to the bedroom to rest.
For several days, An Ruo had encountered that black Bentley on her way home.
She didn't think too much about it; she merely assumed that the owner also passed through this road every day, so it was just on the way.
Recently, Wen Jing had been talking about the upcoming Shengshi Jewelry exhibition; she clamored to go, surmising that the attendees, being either rich or noble, were not your ordinary people who could easily get tickets.
An Ruo was uninterested in such events; she had long passed the age where she would scream at the sight of beautiful things. Time had matured her personality, calming and cooling it significantly.
Zhang Yang, irritated by her clamor, said indifferently, "Last time, Zhao Mingda, who came to buy sketches, seemed to work at the company organizing the event. Ask him if you can go."
