If she had half-doubts about Luo Zhengming knowing her before, now, she was sure that he really knew 'Xia Wanxing'.

How could Xia Wanxing smile like this?

She is always in the corner, shy and without any sense of existence. Even when she smiles, she is timid, like a flower in bud, which has not yet bloomed and is full of greenness.

But Xia Wan's heart is different. She is confident, flamboyant, charming and bright. What she is best at is using her smile as a disguise.

Over the years, Xia Wanxin has become accustomed to living with this identity.

Until Luo Zhengming's words just now reminded her of her former self.

It seems like they are looking at each other through the long river of time.

And the face of that young and immature self gradually dissipated, and the soul disappeared completely.

They really don't look alike.

Xia Wanxing is dead.

Let Xia Wanxin, who was completely opposite to her, live on her behalf.

Xia Wanxin took a deep breath silently to suppress the turmoil in her heart.

She stepped forward, and Bo Qingyun was smoking a cigarette by the lake.

The moment he heard her movement, he stood up and said, "Let's go."

He strode away with Xia Wanxin behind him.

Neither of the two people spoke.

When they arrived outside the villa, just like when they arrived, the two people's cars drove away one after the other.

On the way, Xia Wanxin's thoughts drifted away.

Luo Zhengming said it was true that he knew Xia Wanxing.

But the problem is that she really hasn't seen him.

Luo Zhengming's face is very distinctive, with strong facial features, short and thick hair, and the most distinctive feature is the beard around his lips.

If you have seen him, it is impossible not to remember him.

When was the memory lost?

While thinking, he unconsciously slowed down a bit and distanced himself from Bo Qingyun.

When Xia Wanxin regained her composure and came to her senses, she was ready to speed up and follow.

But when he saw a car in front of him, he frowned slightly.

A black seven-seater business car, unremarkable.

That car followed Bo Qingyun's car, often accelerating, often turning and changing lanes, keeping the same rhythm as Bo Qingyun.

The surrounding area is busy with traffic, and ordinary people may not notice anything unusual.

But Xia Wanxin was very sensitive to this aspect. She observed quietly for a while and finally determined that the car was following Bo Qingyun!

Xia Wanxin, who was sure of this, felt her heart beat a little faster, wondering who this group of people were.

After two more sections, she started to speed up, deliberately drove to the front, changed lanes, and got into a position alongside the seven-seater commercial vehicle.

Keeping the car at the same speed, she turned her head and glanced quietly.

But I found that the car was covered with film, and only the passenger seat could see some traces through the front windshield.

She speeded up and kept her eyes locked on the rearview mirror of her car.

Finally, as the car passed them, I saw in the rearview mirror that the co-pilot was holding something wrapped in clothes.

It was a man with a sinister face, a pair of eyes that radiated coldness, and one hand was holding something under his clothes, while the other hand was pressed on top of the clothes to avoid falling off, and there was a thick callus at the tiger's mouth.

This scene flashed by, and Xia Wan was suddenly frightened.

The days spent abroad with the Ian family made her very familiar with this kind of thing.
Chapter completed!