Yun Zijin's comment made Lu Yunque swallow the words he was about to say—he had been hoping to follow her back to Xingyu Mansion and score a free dinner.
"Alright, then. Have them find a place to park."
Parking on the side of the road was not an option. Traffic enforcement in Dijing was strict.
Fortunately, they got lucky. They didn't have to drive far before they spotted a small parking lot with open spots.
The three cars pulled into the parking lot one after another. They stopped in the aisle, quickly switched vehicles, and then drove back out.
Watching this maneuver, the old man minding the lot couldn't help but exclaim his approval.
'It has to be the young folks. That was a really slick move.'
After Lu Yunque and Yun Zijin parted ways, the Cullinan split off from the other two cars at the next intersection.
The Lu Family's Old Mansion and Xingyu Mansion were in different directions.
It was almost 8:00 p.m. by the time Yun Zijin got back to Xingyu Mansion.
