Nighttime.
A low-profile black sedan slowly pulled over by the roadside.
"Thank you so much, Auntie."
Gu Luo, seated in the back, politely expressed his gratitude to Tang Qi in the driver's seat.
He never expected that this dazzling queen of the entertainment industry would personally drive them home.
"It’s no trouble at all, Xiao Luo. I truly admire your composition Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix. When the right opportunity arises, let’s discuss incorporating it into a film," Tang Qi replied softly through her tightly wrapped mask.
"It would be my honor."
Gu Luo smiled, then turned to the clingy Lin Mengyun nestled in his arms and whispered gently, "Yunyun, we’re home now. How about we play together next time?"
Hearing this, Lin Mengyun immediately pouted, her grip around him tightening instead of loosening.
Gu Luo had no choice but to patiently coax her, murmuring soothing words until, after what felt like forever, he finally managed to calm the affectionate little girl down.
He promised to visit her whenever he had time—essentially making grand but vague assurances.
After all, it wasn’t like one could just casually meet a superstar like Tang Qi whenever they pleased.
The two stepped out of the car, waving goodbye to Tang Qi inside before turning toward the apartment entrance.
Yet the black sedan remained motionless, parked silently in place.
"Brother, wait for me—I left something in the car."
Just as they neared the door, Luo Shuling suddenly stopped and turned back.
"The car—"
Gu Luo was about to say the car had probably already left, but before he could finish, he glanced back and saw Tang Qi’s black sedan still parked steadily nearby.
Inside the car, Tang Qi noticed Luo Shuling turning around and immediately pulled out her phone, pretending to be engrossed in texting someone.
A few seconds later, the car window was lightly tapped.
Only then did Tang Qi "snap out of it," hurriedly rolling down the window.
With feigned surprise, she smiled at Luo Shuling. "What’s wrong, Xiao Ling?"
"I forgot something in the car."
Luo Shuling wore a perfectly polite smile.
"Oh, go ahead and grab it then."
"Mm."
Luo Shuling responded, then opened the rear door and leaned in, making a show of searching the seats and floor mats.
Suddenly, without warning, she spoke coldly:
"Don’t come looking for my brother again."
Tang Qi’s expression beneath the mask froze in shock, her head instinctively turning toward the girl.
Luo Shuling continued rummaging as if nothing had happened, adding calmly:
"You know what I mean."
After a pause, she abruptly locked eyes with Tang Qi, her face now mirroring Luo Shuhe’s icy indifference. She enunciated each word slowly:
"First: I won’t tolerate even the slightest hint of sadness in my brother."
"Second: My surname is Luo—Luo Qidong’s Luo."
"So, don’t interfere with our lives."
Tang Qi could only stare blankly at the girl radiating dominance from the back seat, momentarily speechless.
At that moment, she finally confirmed it—the piercing gaze she’d felt earlier in the restroom hadn’t been her imagination.
Luo Qidong…
Did that mean Luo Liang was the daughter of that Old Master Luo?
But that couldn’t be…
While Tang Qi was still lost in thought, Luo Shuling had already shut the car door.
She swiftly switched back to a cheerful demeanor, skipping over to Gu Luo and looping her arm through his affectionately.
Then, chatting and laughing, the two disappeared into the apartment building.
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