"What a stupid woman."
In the corner of the apartment complex, a black Bentley was parked inconspicuously. Rong Che kept his hands on the steering wheel, his deep, bottomless dark eyes gazing through the car window at An Ruoxue, who had just walked past. He muttered a complaint under his breath, then started the car and followed at a close distance.
Perhaps his daily life had grown too dull, or perhaps Rong Che found teasing An Ruoxue to be an immensely entertaining pastime. At this moment, like a perverted stalker, he followed her silently all the way.
Chapter 18