Xian Zihao looked at her calmly, with no emotion in his eyes. He just looked at her and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Only ten media organizations in the country have been invited to participate in this large-scale urban construction exhibition. Our company is on the guest list. The chief editor has sent me here."
Xian Zihao nodded, then stopped looking at her. He turned his head to look at the traffic going in and out as if he had no intention of doing anything else.
The night at F City was not as enchanting as H City, but it had other features. The trees on both sides of the road were adorned with colourful lanterns, adding some traces of joy and warmth to a quiet and peaceful night.
For a moment, they had nothing more to say. Jiang Ruolan moved her lips hesitantly. "In which hotel are you staying? Do you need me to send you back?"
"I have a driver." Xian Zihao pointed with his chin at the black car parked by the road.
