As they spoke, Zhou Fan's car had already arrived in front of them.
Zhou Fan honked the horn, and Ye Xi turned around and walked over, hurriedly opening the car door and getting into Zhou Fan's car like she was escaping.
She didn't even say goodbye to Jian Shuya.
As Zhou Fan's car gradually disappeared from view, Jian Shuya stood in place, tears falling silently, her heart aching intensely.
After Zhou Fan merged into the traffic, the elegant woman was no longer visible in the rear-view mirror, so he turned his head and asked Ye Xi, "Ye Xi, do you know that person?"
Ye Xi didn't want to talk about Jian Shuya, "I've only seen her a few times; we're not close."
But Zhou Fan was curious and continued to ask, "If that's the case, I noticed she seemed very emotional when she saw you. Is she alright?"
"She's fine. I don't think she'll come again," Ye Xi said perfunctorily.
Zhou Fan could naturally see that Ye Xi didn't want to talk about her, so he simply kept quiet.
