As An Yin was lost in thought, the two people in the distance had already disappeared.
Meng Sihan opened the car door and immediately saw the little girl's worried expression. Only when he sat down did the little girl realize the man had returned to the car.
"You're, you're back." An Yin glanced over the man.
The man had clearly changed into a different set of clothes, wearing a top-tier, custom luxury suit, which accentuated his sharp features. Compared to when he was vomiting earlier, he looked radiant now.
"Hmm." Meng Sihan stared at her coldly, "What were you looking at?"
"I just saw a friend." An Yin's eyelids dropped, her expression complex.
"Why the long face if you saw a friend?" The little girl couldn't hide her feelings; it only took one look to understand her mood. Meng Sihan had encountered too many people who smiled with hidden intentions, but perhaps only when he was with the little girl in front of him could he truly relax.
