Quan Jue had just walked out of the airport when he saw someone waiting for him at the roadside next to a parking lot with a sign that had his name written on it.
With a black bag in one hand, he strode over to the woman.
"Are you Mr. Quan?" The woman was shocked the moment she saw him.
She had originally thought that the person she was picking up today would be a middle-aged man.
Even if she was wrong, she was sure he would at least be above 30 years old.
She didn't expect him to be so young.
Quan Jue was wearing a simple black windbreaker. Although he was wearing a mask and sunglasses, his figure and aura made it obvious that he was not an old person. He nodded indifferently at the woman in front of him. "Can we leave now?"
The young man had a good voice that was low and magnetic, which had a ruthless and unique charm.
However, his tone was too cold.
