He was always like this, slipping his own agenda into the conversation.
Ni Bingyan couldn't help but blush a little, but she didn't respond.
She hadn't looked at her schedule yet and didn't know if she had work on the day of Guoguo's first birthday, so she naturally wouldn't make any promises.
"Turn right at the upcoming intersection..."
Ni Bingyan listened to the GPS, stopped at a red light, and waited.
"And then?"
"Number Three is a judge named Xue Kaixiang. The guy's had a high hairline since high school. He said he got a hair transplant a while back, but who knows how it turned out. You'll definitely recognize him the moment you see him. His wife is a kindergarten teacher. They just got married over the May Day holiday and don't have kids yet."
As she drove, Ni Bingyan committed all of this to memory.
