The luxury car sped forward, its massive horsepower roaring like the wind. As the short-haired woman pulled up and rolled down all her windows, both she and Shen Fanyun were momentarily stunned. The woman, in particular, looked utterly astonished.
"It really is you," the short-haired woman said, her eyebrows knitting together.
Shen Fanyun stubbed out his cigarette, his expression as calm as still water.
Xu Bingqing. His former classmate and, of course, Li Qiuchan's one and only best friend. During their school days, the two were practically inseparable. Their fathers were friends as well, so the families had a very good relationship. More than a decade had passed. Xu Bingqing, who once favored a tomboyish style, still wore her hair short. She had certainly become prettier than before, with sharp features and translucent skin, like a porcelain doll.
"Enemies on a narrow road?" Shen Fanyun raised an eyebrow.
