Uncle Long and the housekeeper followed Zhang Yang out of the private hospital as dusk was approaching.
Jin Tuantuan was waiting in an inconspicuous black sedan by the roadside. No choice, they still had to keep a low profile for now.
The car window rolled down, revealing her hand with dark red nail polish, rhythmically tapping the steering wheel.
"Get in." She was succinct, her gaze sweeping over Uncle Long with a scrutinizing look.
Uncle Long understood and briskly climbed into the back seat with the housekeeper. As the door closed, he exhaled deeply.
The seat held a faint scent of gardenia perfume, clashing with the antiseptic smell from his body.
"Where to?" Jin Tuantuan glanced at Zhang Yang through the rearview mirror.
Zhang Yang was busy messaging Xia Xue, his fingers flying over the screen: "Back to the villa first, let them meet Xiao Man."
Uncle Long straightened up abruptly at the words: "Meet your girlfriend? Is that appropriate?"
