Due to the crowd, naturally, it started to get a bit congested ahead, and the car moved very slowly.
Kyle Kinston rubbed his temples, but his eyes froze when he saw the figure on the roadside steps. Although there were many people around, he spotted her instantly.
Alexander Quinn— his lifeline! The first person who made him taste jealousy and unwillingness. At this moment, she was holding a child, probably her daughter, but the little girl had her back to him, and all he could see were her two braids.
However, from his angle, he could see most of her profile, her chin slightly raised, focused on the stage, with a gentle smile on her lips.
Who was she watching? He followed her gaze to the stage, where two young men were singing.
Was she looking at one of the two people singing on stage with such a gentle look?
This suddenly gave him an uncomfortable feeling.
The car slowly moved forward, gradually distancing itself from the crowd.
