The man stood by the car door, his gaze deep and focused tightly on his cell phone.
Lu Mian picked up the phone with an unaffected demeanor, glanced at it lightly, her expression somewhat puzzled.
Mo Lu CP group?
Again this group?
How did Director Qimo receive a message from this kind of group?
It just feels... incongruous with his temperament.
She nonchalantly twirled the phone in her hand as if she saw it yet pretended not to.
She pulled out the car key, closed the window, locked the door, all in one go.
Xiao Qimo was surprised by her fluent movements, "You seem even more familiar with this car than I am."
This car model is so limited in its global quantity, not to mention specially supplied, some features and equipment are only known to those who drive it regularly.
Lu Mian narrowed her eyes as they swept over the "Weilan" emblem, tilted her head and twirled the car key, a mischievous smile on her face.
"Learned it from you."
