On the other side.
Mu Qiu put on her mask and hat, sat comfortably in the car, but didn't dare to close her eyes for a nap.
She was not very familiar with Hai City, and the taxi was arranged by Cheng Zhirang's assistant.
Out of an inexplicable trust in Cheng Zhirang, she felt a bit more at ease in this car.
Vehicles were the easiest targets for crazy fans and paparazzi. Throughout the journey, she sat up straight and clasped the sharp keys on her handbag.
It wasn't until she got off the car with her suitcase outside her apartment complex that she finally relaxed.
She had already looked at other rental listings online. Although Cheng Zhirang said he could help with this matter, it was always more reassuring to choose by herself rather than rely on someone else.
Even if she made the wrong choice, there was no need to blame anyone else; she would blame herself.
