At half past ten that night.
In the late autumn season, the night was filled with torrential rain, roaring as if it could engulf the entire city.
The black RV quietly drove into the villa at the outskirts of the city, stopping in the underground garage. Bright lights penetrated the car windows, signaling the arrival at the destination, calming Qin Yiren's restless mood.
"Xiaoqian, don't move."
Bo Jinghang carried her out of the car, and someone outside was waiting with a wheelchair. Seeing him, they bowed respectfully, intentionally omitting the usual address: "Is there anything else you need?"
"No, thank you."
Bo Jinghang nodded politely, as if the man in front of him was just a driver he temporarily hired, not a bodyguard who had been with him for seven years.
The man cooperated with the act, saying seriously: "Thank you for using our services, we hope to continue working together next time."
"Alright."
