After Su Mo's figure reappeared inside the car, he glanced toward Yang Qingxi. "Shall we go?"
Yang Qingxi gave a small nod and let Sister Xulin drive ahead.
The car didn't stop at the main gate.
Instead, it glided smoothly toward the quieter side entrance. It looked reserved, discreet, and far from the flashing lights and restless crowd of reporters gathered at the front.
Maybe the car's license plate number was already known to them. The security parted without a word, and the doors opened.
Yang Qingxi stepped out of the car. Her deep blue gown caught the soft ambient light, shimmering just enough to draw the eye without appearing deliberate. Su Mo followed beside her, unhurried, hands casually at his sides, as he had done every time before.
From the main entrance, however, a few sharp-eyed reporters noticed.
"They're entering from the side—wait… who are they?" a young intern muttered, squinting as he tried to zoom in with his camera.
