After waiting for about ten minutes, a black Maybach pulled up by the roadside.
Yang Zhilan, meticulously dressed, stepped out from the passenger seat.
It had been years since Ye Qiu last saw Yang Zhilan.
Seeing her again, he found her even more stunning.
She was no longer the naive young girl from back then.
Now, she was like a ripe peach, exuding a captivating femininity.
"She put on makeup just for this. Women dress up for those they admire. She really is just as I thought."
Ye Qiu was thrilled, even a bit moved.
Because he genuinely had feelings for Yang Zhilan, he liked her in his heart, just as he liked Lin Huanxi.
But the difference was, Lin Huanxi had become increasingly distant for some reason.
Yet Yang Zhilan was willing to respond to him!
"Zhilan, you're here."
He eagerly approached and called out.
"Don't call me so intimately. We're not close anymore. Why did you specifically ask me to come here?"
Yang Zhilan replied coldly.
