He had left in a rush today and forgotten to change his car. Glancing down at his outfit, he was relieved to find he was wearing casual clothes; while not the cheap street-market finds he had deliberately bought before, their price tag would not be obvious at a glance. If anyone asked, he could just pass them off as replicas and get away with it. After spending so much time together, he had noticed that Song Xinxin did not seem to pay much attention to such things.
Yet how was he supposed to explain this car?
Meng Qingyan racked his brain to no avail. Taking advantage of the moment Song Xinxin turned away to look around, he quietly slipped out of the car, crept up behind her, and tapped her on the shoulder to greet her.
Chapter 83