Yan Luoxi waved her hand at her and instructed the driver to set off. The black Hongqi sedan quickly pulled away, and not far behind it, a black Volkswagen was parked by the roadside. The Volkswagen immediately followed, and a little further back, a black van also started to trail behind.
In early November, the weather was getting colder and the nights were drawing in earlier. It was just past six o'clock, but twilight was already circling the sky, darkness gradually swallowing the earth. As the sedan drove on, streetlights one by one lit up, creating a beauty akin to the river of time itself.
Xue Shuying turned her head to look at Yan Luoxi and said, "Luoluo, security arrangements at the hotel are already in place. If the media gets too crazy later, you should exit with security first, and we can hold a press conference for the reporters later on."
