Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei walked straight over, opened the back door, and sat inside.
A woman was sitting in the driver's seat.
She appeared to be in her thirties, with an average face that would be hard to remember if lost in a crowd, dressed in a neat gray casual outfit.
The only unusual aspect was her eyes, calm and profound.
This person was Yan Lin.
However, this was clearly yet another new face.
The car started smoothly, merging into the street traffic.
Fang Qingyu's gaze fell on the rearview mirror where Yan Lin's ordinary face was reflected.
He spoke with a mild tone, "Is this... your real appearance?"
He had seen Yan Lin's previous looks, and the face in front of him was clearly another mask.
Yan Lin glanced at Fang Qingyu through the rearview mirror, a playful curve appearing at her mouth, her voice intentionally altered to a slight rasp, "You guess?"
