The other person let out a cold laugh, then with an indifferent expression and tone, said, "The buyer's information isn't something we can disclose just because we want to. But since Mrs. Lu, you are so eager to know, I might as well give you a piece of information: The buyer is a woman."
A woman...
Song Qiao frowned immediately. How was this answer any different from not saying anything?
...
On the highway, Lu Jingchen was driving at a speed of 180 km/h. Fortunately, there weren't too many cars on the highway late at night.
From the villa to the West Suburb, it took him less than twenty minutes.
When Lu Jingchen arrived at the exact location shown by the coordinates on his phone, he found only the car, with nobody inside.
Standing outside the car, the man furrowed his brows and shouted around, "Qiaoqiao..."
