A Porsche Cayenne, a branded luxury car likely worth tens of millions, flashed its headlights at their BMW.
At this moment, they were only a street away from Mingxin.
This road did not allow for stopping halfway.
The Porsche was slowly approaching them, still flashing its headlights.
Xiao Yebai glanced down at his phone and said to the chauffeur, "Turn the car around and follow that Porsche."
The BMW turned around at the next intersection that allowed a U-turn and followed the Porsche.
Since the driver was temporarily arranged by Zhan Dapeng, he could only be somewhat trusted.
After the BMW followed the Porsche into the temporary parking lot beneath a nearby building, Xiao Yebai, carrying Little Pudding, exited the car with Gu Jinrong and instructed the driver to drive the BMW away.
After the Porsche stopped ahead, there was only one driver inside.
The car door opened, and a man emerged from the driver’s seat.
The man, in his thirties, was dressed in a wine-red suit that complemented his porcelain-like skin, making him strikingly flamboyant.
Just as Zhong Qiaohui had described, this man had the appearance and physique of an actor, his features resembling those of characters played by the great Mei Yanfang on the stage.
His long, willow-leaf eyebrows hinted at a myriad of emotions.
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Perhaps aware of his excessively striking appearance, the man wore long bangs that slanted across his face like a curtain, covering half of his face and revealing only his right eye.
His eye, dark as ink, was deep, like a deep pool. Standing on a stage, it undoubtedly resembled the compelling eyes of the demon from "The Phantom of the Opera."
Gu Nuan was touched by the sight.
Birds of a feather flock together, indeed.
Little Pudding, in his uncle’s arms, looked fearfully at the unfamiliar man appearing across from him, clutching his uncle’s clothes tightly.
Yebai told the little boy, "Say hello, uncle Baomo."
"Hello, Uncle," Little Pudding obediently replied, following Yebai’s instruction.
Jia Baomo told the couple, "Get in the car first, it’s not very safe here, and we’re too close to the hospital."
Gu Nuan quickly understood that the paparazzi had learned she was carrying Xiao Family’s child, so they had laid in wait around the Xiao Family’s hospital.
The news had spread incredibly fast.
It was more surprising than she had expected.
What? Was marrying a man such a groundbreaking event?
Whoever the man was, getting married meant living as a couple the same way. Why couldn’t those who made a fuss understand such a simple truth?
Since Jia Baomo had made it clear, Gu Nuan and the others got into the Porsche.
Then, Jia Baomo drove them away from this place of controversy.
"When did you find out?" Xiao Yebai was impressed; it seemed astonishing that Baomo had managed to arrive here in time to provide protection without being informed.
"After second brother returned to the country, I heard about sister-in-law’s pregnancy and her need for a prenatal checkup. I was already alert, so I had someone keep watch at the hospital. If anything unexpected happened, they were to intercept second brother’s car," Baomo explained logically, showing that he had prepared beforehand.
Being in public relations generally requires excellent emergency response capabilities. Speaking of which, the ability to prepare well in advance is unquestionably superior.
Observing the man driving ahead of her, Gu Nuan felt he was like an impregnable bronze wall, impenetrable by sword or spear.