Another suffocating question.
Mr. Leng suspected that Zhang Lingying might have come to claim his life today.
He didn't answer the question, nor did he give her the chance to elaborate. He asked her if she had driven over. Once he was sure she hadn't, he took her with him in his car.
Before closing the car door, he caught a glimpse of her sitting stiffly, not moving or buckling her seatbelt. He hesitated for a moment, then reached over and fastened it for her.
Mr. Leng hadn't been back in the country for long, but as he lived here, he was fairly familiar with the area.
He would occasionally dine out at the nearby restaurants, and due to his outstanding appearance and very unique aura, the waitstaff all remembered him, particularly the female waitresses who were exceedingly enthusiastic toward him.
As soon as he entered the restaurant with Zhang Lingying, someone greeted him and asked if he wanted the usual arrangement.
