On TV, a taxi stopped in front of a villa, and after half a minute, a girl stepped out of the taxi.
She wore a white dress, her long black hair was not tied up, and when the breeze blew, it fluttered around her, carrying a dynamic beauty.
She first stared blankly at the villa for a while before walking to the front door and slowly pressed the doorbell.
No one came out from inside the villa, so she just stood at the doorstep, quietly waiting.
About half an hour later, a BMW approached from the distance, the car stopped steadily, and the driver's side door opened, and a man got out.
That man turned out to be Lu Niange.
Li Qingshen was sitting on the sofa with a cup of black tea, his eyes becoming increasingly sharp.
His lips tightly pressed together.
His whole demeanor appeared so cold, so composed, yet deep in his eyes, there was a swirl of anger, burning.
