Fan Yubing looked at the young girl in the crowd who had enough fun for now, returned to sit beside Yan Yan, and was pulling on his sleeve coquettishly.
And the man's noticeably gentle profile.
She grasped the cup in her hand tightly, her fingertips slightly pale.
Retracting her gaze, she softly said, "But that girl is not suitable for him."
As if to emphasize that she was correct.
She again said firmly, "I heard from my brother about her, and I feel she shouldn't be with Yan."
Gu Yixuan feigned confusion: "Why?"
"She fell from the overpass and hit Yan's car, and then no identity could be found, is that right?"
"That's correct."
Fan Yubing furrowed her brow, saying, "Don't you find this encounter very strange? How can a normal person fall from such a high overpass railing and just happen to hit Yan's car."
"Following that, no information could be found, as if she appeared out of thin air."
