Anyway, after being personally driven over by Yan Xianjue.
Shen Fangli stated that she could not handle it.
She rolled down the car window and waved at Yan Xianjue.
Yan Xianjue nodded and gestured 'you can drive now' to the driver.
*
Uncle Lu happened to drive the car right in front of Yan Xianjue at that moment.
"Uncle Lu, were the business cards Eldest Brother made for me earlier left in the car?"
After getting into the car, Yan Xianjue did not mention where he was going, asking this first.
Uncle Lu thought about it, and it seemed there was indeed such a thing.
However, he remembered that they were probably not in the car.
"The car was just serviced a few days ago."
"Take a look in the back, and if they aren't there, they're probably gone."
Yan Xianjue nodded, fine then.
"Then forget it, get me a piece of blank paper."
Uncle Lu did not know what he wanted to do.
He rummaged through the armrest box and found a blank card.
Handing it backward to Yan Xianjue, he said, "Will this do."
Yan Xianjue took it and looked, then smiled.
Wasn't this the back card of the sticky notes he bought at the school stationery store earlier?
How did it end up in the armrest box.
Without figuring out what was going on, Yan Xianjue did not dwell on it, taking it directly: "Alright, this works."
He fished out a pen from the backseat and swept his phone number across it in a flamboyant hand.
After finishing, he folded it in half down the middle and held it in his hand.
Yan Xianjue relaxed completely, leaning back against the seat.
Next, he would go and meet that genius director from the novel who hanged himself with