Ou Chunhua, I remember when we were on the plane last time, you were quite talkative. But somehow, at tonight's dinner, you've become silent.
There seems to be some mystery here.
"Are you and my aunt familiar with each other?" Zhao Mengjin asked.
Ou Yanan was holding the steering wheel, looking straight ahead, her expression seemed a bit too serious, and said, "Are the people following us yours?"
Zhao Mengjin, prompted by his words, finally noticed a car that seemed to have been following them for a while.
It's possible that Zhan Dapeng, worried about her safety, instructed someone to follow the two of them by car.
"Maybe so," Zhao Mengjin said, "A friend of my uncle, worried about my safety, that's all."
Ou Yanan glanced at her face; it was clear she wasn't worried at all.
"This is our first time meeting, right?"
