Hearing the sound, Han Zhijin paused, lowering his water glass and instinctively looked through the dining room's floor-to-ceiling window toward the main entrance.
Just as the nanny had said, a white sedan was parked outside the carved iron gate.
Even though he couldn't see the license plate number, he recognized it at a glance—it was Song Youman's car.
About half a minute later, Han Zhijin put down the water glass and walked out of the dining room. He crossed the living room, approached the elevator, pressed the up button, and soon the elevator doors opened. He extended one foot into the elevator but after a few seconds, drew it back.
The elevator doors closed, and he stood facing the elevator for a short while, then finally turned around and headed toward the entrance.
His steps were slow, and it took him quite some time to cover the short distance to the car.
