Chit Chat at the Table (5)

Qin Yinan didn't pay attention to the conversation after that; his mind was clouded by that single sentence.

"…I wonder which rich guy she has managed to snap up for herself…"

Even though he was unfamiliar with Shanghai, he did hear once or twice about Lan Ting Garden before. It was the nation's famed silk-stocking district. Its residences were all rich and famous. Even he couldn't afford a place there, much less Cheng Qingchong, so if Cheng Qingchong was really staying there, then…

Qin Yinan didn't dare to consider the possibility further. He stayed at the table for a while longer before picking up his coat to leave the room.

Qin Yinan walked to the parking lot but didn't hurry to get into his car. He leaned against the car door and pulled out his cigarettes. He finished several cigarettes before finally pulling the door open to get in.