Jian Ai took off the rubber band on her hair and smiled. "Take the room card then. You don't have to knock later."
"Alright," Wang Zimeng answered. She closed her luggage and turned around to leave the room.
The room fell silent. Jian Ai pulled the curtains up, and the room became dark. Without the interference of sunlight and ultraviolet light, she went to bed.
…
Baiyun City, Zhonglou District, Ningxia Street.
A white BMW MPV was parked at the entrance of the neighborhood.
The driver was smoking outside the car. In the backseat was Gao Yang, who was dressed casually.
The car window rolled down slightly, revealing his head. From time to time, he would look at the door of the neighborhood beside him and then look down at the time on his watch.
Not long after, Guan Tao ran out of the neighborhood with a backpack. Gao Yang immediately noticed her, quickly pushed the car door open and got out.
