About two quarters of an hour later, a streamlined sedan screeched to a halt in front of him.
The woman in the driver's seat wore a custom-tailored suit, her hair pinned up high to exude an air of aristocratic elegance—a far cry from her casual appearance when they met on the train.
As Zhang Ming's gaze brushed against the faint pearl necklace resting near her collarbone, fragments of his dream suddenly flashed through his mind, causing him to hurriedly lower his head and duck into the back seat.
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