Yekaterina had dinner with the Pierre family, and when she walked out of the apartment, night had already fallen.
The dim gas street lights were lit, casting long shadows of the passersby.
Just as she stepped out the front door, a black car approached from around the corner.
She walked over, and the driver, wearing white gloves, respectfully got out and opened the car door for her.
Before getting into the car, Yekaterina glanced back at the inconspicuous house, a flicker of an unusual color disappearing from the bottom of her eyes.
She had come full of expectation, but now, having received a result even higher than expected, she felt an unparalleled calm.
After all, her mindset had changed.
The Lans family had always wanted the support of this old man. Once they got his approval, they could clear most of the obstacles in the Ruying political situation.