Zhan Shuyi still didn't relax his vigilance, it seemed he didn't trust Lu Qian. He politely said, "I'm sorry, Qianqian has already been laid to rest. If Miss Lu wants to pay her respects, she can go to her grave. I'm not feeling well today, and it's inconvenient for me to entertain guests. Sorry."
Lu Qian's forehead was dotted with cold sweat, and she didn't know what to do.
Jiangli looked inside the house and suddenly spoke, "Mr. Zhan, right? Is that pink car downstairs yours?"
Zhan Shuyi's gaze darkened abruptly, but his expression remained polite and distant, "Is it? I don't know, maybe someone parked it temporarily. If there's nothing else, please leave, I need to rest."
After saying this, Zhan Shuyi moved to close the door.
But at that moment, an unexpected gust of wind blew through.
Lu Qian's bag was suddenly blown into the house.
Lu Qian instinctively shouted, "My bag!"
Seeing this, Jiangli kicked the nearby Xia Xin.
