A cool breeze began to blow, and the night was cold. Mu Hanxia got out of the car and looked up to see the lake shimmering with a dark glow, surrounded by woods. A clubhouse stood among them, located in the suburbs, incomparably tranquil.
She entered the clubhouse and, after walking a bit, arrived at the large suite Lin Mochen had booked. Gently pushing the door open, she saw, under the calm lighting, Lin Mochen reclining on the sofa, with two young foreign men seated beside him.
He saw her, and speaking in a low voice with a smile said to them, "…that is Summer…" Both foreigners, in crisply ironed shirts, instantly revealed expressions of realization and excitement. Mu Hanxia felt there was something off about their gazes; sure enough, she faintly heard them saying, "…your girl?… …she is beautiful…" Then Lin Mochen softly uttered, "Hmm."
Mu Hanxia: "…"