Inside the red Cayenne.
Leng Ning drove, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Chuchu, the way you were looking at him was full of affection. Don't tell me you're actually catching feelings?"
"It's all just an act," Chuchu said from the passenger seat, her gaze also fixed on the Land Rover ahead.
'How could she let Leng Ning know about the little secret between her and Jiang Xinghai?'
"I hope it's just an act. Otherwise, if you develop feelings for a Black Cloak target, you'll end up implicating your family." Leng Ning maintained her usual cold, aloof demeanor, her expression unsmiling and her voice flat.
Chuchu just smiled faintly and changed the subject. "You joined the Black Cloak a few years before me. Have you ever met Mr. Long?"
"Mr. Long passed away five years ago. Don't tell me you didn't know?" Leng Ning shot Chuchu a sidelong glance.
"But I heard Mr. Long only faked his death..."
"Shut up!"
