"Then we won't bother you anymore. Let's go, Feiran."
An Jun nodded slightly and shook hands with Shen Hongyang and the others with a smile. His temperament was very similar to An Feiran's. He was so refined that he did not look like a businessman, but more like a university professor.
Even Song Rui was not ignored by him. He was very easygoing.
Song Jingwan watched in a daze as An Feiran left with the man.
At first, the light was dim, so she did not notice it.
But now, she suddenly realized that the middle-aged man in the suit and glasses was the migrant worker who had asked her for directions at school!
Why was he here?!
Song Jingwan wanted to ask An Feiran about it, but she realized that her voice was so hoarse that she could not utter a single word.
It was not until she left and got into the Song Family's car that Song Jingwan had the chance to ask, "Dad, who was that guy with the glasses just now?"
"Which one?"
