The three cars arrived at the parking garage one after another. Lu Ming had already paid and was heading toward the elevators.
Suddenly, Fang Weidong's expression shifted. He stared straight ahead, frozen in place as if he were paralyzed.
Lin Chu had walked a few steps before he realized Fang Weidong wasn't following. He turned back, surprised.
"What's wrong, Dongzi?"
Following his gaze, Lin Chu saw a man and a woman by the elevators, making out while they waited.
The man was young and handsome, with meticulously styled features, dressed in a white casual suit. His curly hair was a light, fashionable gray—obviously dyed. The woman was in a professional skirt suit and high heels, the very picture of an elite white-collar professional.
Lu Ming saw the scene too. As if something suddenly clicked, he instinctively grabbed Fang Weidong's arm.
But it probably wouldn't have mattered even if he hadn't.
Given Fang Weidong's personality, he wasn't the type to rush in and start a fight.
