"Xiao Lin wouldn't bet on anything uncertain, so rest assured! But that's all we can do."
"Go on, don't leave Murong Lengyue alone. Your task tonight is to keep this woman entertained."
"Yes, Father!" Xiao Mu bowed slightly.
........
Two cars raced along the street, one after the other, with a white Range Rover turning towards Joseph Street No. 13 before steadily parking by the roadside. Following closely was a blue sports car. Nicholas stepped out of his car, signaling the woman beside him to enter first, then walked to Xiao Lin's car and tapped on the glass.
"Not going inside?"
"Let's just stay here!" Xiao Lin opened the car door for Nicholas to sit inside.
"You wouldn't be looking for me just to reminisce, right? Your promised three months are almost up." Nicholas lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply, and exhaled smoke.
"Let's skip the nostalgia; we're not there yet."
