The car engine was left running. Liu Jiang stayed in the car, just in case.
Accompanied by Yu Suye and his sister, Yan Feifan got out of the car.
The person who had stopped them was a well-dressed, handsome young man.
He had a crew cut and looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven. He was tall, a little chubby, and already had a bit of a belly.
A formidable Hummer with Jingcheng plates was parked on the roadside.
Not far from the man stood a stunning woman in a tight-fitting pencil skirt. She had an enchanting S-shaped figure and a tall, statuesque build.
The woman's face, with its light makeup, was exquisitely delicate.
Her red lips, bright eyes, white teeth, willow-leaf brows, and delicate nose could all be described as perfect.
But the combination of these seemingly perfect features gave Yan Feifan a strange feeling.
This caused him to steal a couple of extra glances.
Yu Suye, however, keenly caught his wandering eyes and let out a light, displeased huff.
