Zhonghai's suburb.
Huating Villa.
A vacant lot.
After a long and boring wait by Lin Fei's side, Xu Jiao, who wasn't the most patient to begin with, couldn't help but start to complain, "Uncle, it's been so long, why haven't Yingying and the others come out yet? Could it be that Yingying and the others simply don't know how to drive those sports cars?"
Xu Jiao, who had somewhat seen the layout and infrastructure of Huating Villa, wasn't worried that there were no sports cars inside Huating Villa.
However, after waiting for nearly half an hour without seeing Jiang Ying and Xu Yingying return in their cars, Xu Jiao, somewhat impatient, began to let her imagination run wild.
"Just wait. If I'm not mistaken, they should be right beneath our feet now."
"Beneath our feet? Uncle, you aren't just teasing me, are you?"
