From afar, he couldn't hear what the man was saying, but Meng Shuqing's eyes narrowed into crescents as she laughed, her eyebrows curving like a crescent moon. That smile... used to be An Bai's favorite sight, but right now, it was annoyingly glaring.
He watched as they flagged down a taxi.
An Bai took a deep breath, picked up a coat from the back seat, and stepped out of the car.
"Chenchen." An Bai draped the coat over Meng Shuqing's shoulders.
Meng Shuqing turned back in surprise, asking in shock, "Xiao Bai, why are you here?"
Lance's gaze fell upon An Bai. In terms of height, An Bai was not inferior to Lance, perhaps Lance was more muscular, but An Bai had that type of physique—he looked slim in clothes and muscular without.
Even though An Bai was wearing simple home wear, his demeanor was such that no one dared to underestimate him.
"Shuqing, who is this gentleman..." Lance smiled at Meng Shuqing, inquiring.
