719 Seems Familiar

The person in the business vehicle was none other than Mo Xiuchen.

Mo Jingteng had instructed the driver to take him to the airport.

Sitting in the back seat, he was leaning slightly to one side, watching the scenery roll backwards outside the window.

Last night, he had driven around G City but had not felt a hint of familiarity.

He thought that it might be because it was nighttime and he couldn't make out the structures of G City clearly.

However, when his gaze met the woman in the café, seated by the window, with downcast eyes, fixated on her phone, a surge of indescribable, inexplicable emotions suddenly swept over him.

He couldn't express this feeling in words—it was neither joy, nor excitement.

If he had to describe it, he would say it felt like déjà vu.

When this thought crossed his mind, his eyes narrowed abruptly, commanding the driver in the front seat, "Stop the car!"

"Young Master, we can't stop here."

It took the driver a few seconds to react.