Jian Xi didn't accept Si Yuhuan's invitation to dinner but went straight to Fuyuan Official Residence. His car followed her the entire way.
The taxi driver frequently glanced back. "Miss, is that man behind us a suitor?"
A luxurious custom sports car with sequential license plates... people like that are rare even in Beijing. Definitely a high-profile individual.
"No, he's a harasser," Jian Xi said indifferently, glancing at the rearview mirror.
Such a cool and handsome harasser. While some die of drought, others drown in floods. This young lady lives in Fuyuan Official Residence, one of the most expensive properties around. It's the king of residential complexes, absurdly expensive—650,000 per square meter. Each building starts at tens of millions. I guess she must be someone of status as well. Looking closely, why does she seem somewhat familiar?
"Hey, Miss, are you..."
"Driver, I've arrived."
Jian Xi got out of the car briskly, not giving him a chance to ask.
