"My master is here, you should leave now." Fan Rou rolled down the car window, waved to Number Five, and pointed to the phone, signaling her to wait a moment.
Lan Shao looked at Fan Rou's so-called master. The person was not wearing elaborate clothes, had golden wavy hair, a simple T-shirt, and ultra-short shorts below, showing off their beautiful legs.
Seductive red lips, dazzling big eyes, exuding a kind of mature charm unique to women.
Such a woman, surprisingly Fan Rou's master? What could she teach her?
Lan Shao was puzzled in his heart, but since she was here, he had no reason to say more, and could only agree, "Okay, I'll leave now."
Fan Rou hung up the phone, opened the car door, and walked toward Number Five: "Five, thanks."
Number Five looked disdainfully at Fan Rou's car worth less than a million: "Get in."
With a good car waiting, Fan Rou had no reason to refuse, and without thinking, she agreed.
