Under the gaze of Zhan Qipei, Qiao Jing inexplicably felt a moment of panic.
But in an instant, she regained her composure and slowly offered an impromptu reason.
"I just got caught in the rain and felt like sneezing, maybe I caught a cold, and it wouldn't be good if I passed it to you, so I used a towel to cover up."
That seemed reasonable, and Zhan Qipei didn't have much suspicion.
Just then the red light turned green, he turned back and stepped on the accelerator again.
The rest of the journey was silent inside the car, neither of them spoke again.
At this moment, inside the small villa, Zhan Qiaomo was standing at the floor-to-ceiling window of the second-floor room, anxiously looking outside.
It was raining and thundering outside, why hasn't Aunt Jing come back yet?
After a while, the little guy couldn't hold back anymore, so he turned and ran downstairs to wait at the door.
As soon as he stepped out of the villa, he saw a black Maybach driving through the rain.
