In the champagne-colored Bentley, Ji Mingche, who had been preparing with two assistants for the upcoming wine meeting, noticed something was off with Jian Si and cast a wary glance outside the car window.
Besides the endless flow of vehicles, nothing unusual was detected.
"Sisi, what's wrong?"
He reached out to touch Jian Si, but she avoided him with agitation.
Jian Si kept shaking her head without speaking, merely leaning against the car door, incessantly crying.
Thinking of the person whom she missed day and night, she couldn't control her tears no matter what.
Even through two car windows, she could still clearly sense that he had lost weight, a lot of weight; his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked much haggard, the usual brightness in his eyes was gone.
Did he see the two children she sent back and thus know that she was still alive, so he came here specifically to look for her?
How on earth could she meet him?