Later that evening, downstairs from Lin Jingmin's home.
Zhang Yang leaned against the car, smoking as he waited.
Not far away, a middle-aged man was coming downstairs and glanced at him several times.
"You waiting for someone, young man?"
A stranger striking up a conversation for no reason was certainly odd.
But in this old residential complex, an unfamiliar face driving a Cullinan and handsome as hell naturally made people want to ask.
"Yeah." Zhang Yang nodded.
"Your girlfriend?" the middle-aged man asked again.
"Not exactly." Zhang Yang smiled and casually handed him a cigarette. "Just a friend."
The middle-aged man accepted the cigarette, took a look at it, and his heart skipped a beat. Smiling, he said, "You young people, if you're dating, you're dating. Why deny it? Alright, I won't hold you up any longer. I'll be off."
"See you." Zhang Yang nodded at him.
After a while, hurried footsteps finally sounded from the stairwell.
A figure jogged out and immediately threw herself into Zhang Yang's arms for a big hug.
"Long time no see." Lin Jingmin wore exquisite makeup, and her eyes gleamed with barely restrained eagerness.
"It has been a while." Zhang Yang lightly smacked her on the backside.
The slap rang out crisply, accompanied by a soft, coquettish rebuke.
At the corner in the distance, the middle-aged man, who had just returned from buying cigarettes, poked his head out and stared dumbfoundedly at the scene before him.
His own daughter had taken the initiative to throw herself into the guy's arms.
And he had even smacked her butt...
Thinking back to how Lin Jingmin had told him not long ago that she would not be eating at home that evening because she was meeting a client...
Was this man the client?
This was just too...