The morning fog gradually dissipates.
The black Bentley glides slowly into a residential area, an older neighborhood, making the car's appearance particularly eye-catching.
People passing by on their way to work can't help but glance sideways at the man in the car.
The man wears a baseball cap, his chiseled face cold and expressionless.
He parks the car, his gaze landing on the third floor.
The curtains are drawn, concealing what's inside, and Situ Yan waits for a moment, then pulls a phone out of his coat.
He dials a number given to him by Xia Xiaonuan.
However, the call goes unanswered for a long time.
The brim of the hat conceals the man's cold, angular profile, and the man slightly raises his eyes, looking at the window, frowning.
Meanwhile, in the room.
Qi Yue is lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. Last night, she had groggily answered Xia Xiaonuan's call about this morning's matters, but she had already forgotten it in her dreams.
