"She's out," Su Xiaoyue suddenly whispered, then pointed at a person in the distance and said to Fan Shaoming, "That one riding the bicycle, there's a yellow sack tied to the back of her bike."
Fan Shaoming followed her direction and indeed saw a woman, about fifty years old, riding a somewhat old bicycle, slowly moving toward the direction where their car was parked.
"Are you sure it's her?"
Fan Shaoming asked softly.
Su Xiaoyue, without taking her eyes off, answered, "It's her, it definitely is."
Fan Shaoming nodded, took out his phone, and called the bodyguards not far from them, instructing them, "Keep an eye on that aunt riding the bicycle, the one with a yellow sack on the back of her bike. Don't frighten her, just find out where she lives."
"Okay, Boss Fan, we'll keep an eye on her."
After giving instructions to the bodyguards, Fan Shaoming hung up the phone. A moment later, the aunt rode her bicycle past his car, completely unaware that she was being watched.
