Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

It's probably too late.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

Hearing the roar of the car starting up, Shen Mingchao took his first bite of the pancake.

The pancakes, taken out of the insulated box, were still piping hot. The outer crust was baked to perfection, soft yet with a hint of crispy aroma, and each bite was bursting with savory sauce flavor.

She chewed slowly, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

Zhang Qianjun's skill in making jianbing guozi is really good; it tastes even better than before. He has probably improved his skills recently.

As expected of the Zhang family.

They are extremely talented and can excel in any field they choose; they are practically bug-level beings in an online game.

Just then, a melodious and familiar tune suddenly rang out in the previously quiet space.

Shen Mingchao paused slightly as he took a bite of the pancake, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This wasn't her first time riding in this car; the music playing in the car had always been the same.

It's either gentle, light music, or old Cantonese songs full of nostalgia, or elegant jazz.

The songs are all good and of high quality, but they are the kind of songs she would appreciate but would never listen to on repeat.

I'm afraid I'll fall asleep while listening to music, especially soft, light music.

But the songs playing now were all very familiar to her; they were all popular hits from her playlist.

To say it's just a coincidence...

The thought had barely formed in her mind, before she could even process it, when Zhang Haiyan in the passenger seat turned her head at just the right moment, her alluring peach blossom eyes curving into a smile as she asked her:

"We recently changed our playlist, what do you think?"

No need to think anymore, the case is solved.

Shen Mingchao immediately caught the cunning glint in the other person's eyes, which solidified her belief.

There's no coincidence at all; it was clearly intentional.

It's even possible that they directly copied her playlist.

"It sounds good." Shen Mingchao raised her eyebrows slightly, calm and composed. She would never deny her own taste in music.

He then changed the subject, feigning ignorance and teasingly asking, "But this probably isn't the kind of song you guys usually listen to, is it?"

"Sigh~" Zhang Haiyan sighed helplessly, raising his hand to rub his chin, looking deeply moved.

"Times are progressing, and we have to keep up with the times. Otherwise, what if we get swept away by the next generation and can never get back up?"

"Can't get up?" Shen Mingchao chuckled. "Then just stay on the beach a little longer and get a free sunbath."

"Hehe..." The laughter came from the back seat, and it was immediately recognizable as Zhang Haike's.

"That's an interesting way of putting it."

"Oh, right."

Zhang Haike then spoke up, drawing Shen Mingchao's attention, and took something out of his pocket and handed it to him: "It was arranged a long time ago, but I just haven't had a good opportunity to give it to you."

Shen Mingchao lowered his eyes and looked over.

In Zhang Haike's hand was a card similar to an ID card, covered by a transparent card holder. Her personal information was on it, and the top line read: Exit-Entry Permit for Travelling to and from Hong Kong and Macao.

Staring at those words, her thoughts raced back to the scene of their conversation under the tree in Yuchun before their breakup, and that Cantonese phrase that had now become blurred.

Seeing Shen Mingchao in a daze, Zhang Haike's heart tightened, fearing she would refuse at any moment, and he quickly added:

"I didn't mean anything by it. All previous agreements are null and void. Don't contact us specifically, and don't let us know."

He deliberately slowed his speech, uttering each word with exceptional seriousness:

"Hong Kong is really beautiful. During the day, you can sunbathe in Repulse Bay, stroll around Mong Kok and Tsim Sha Tsui; in the evening, you can climb Victoria Peak to watch the sunset; and at night, you can enjoy the evening breeze along Victoria Harbour..."

"Whether you travel with friends or alone, don't let us make you miss a place. I just hope you can fully appreciate every inch of Hong Kong's beauty."

As he finished speaking, his Adam's apple bobbed, and with a hint of barely perceptible unease, he asked softly, "So, please accept it?"

The man had deep eyes and a soft voice; every word he spoke was filled with genuine sincerity.

Shen Mingchao could not ignore the sincerity in those words, nor could he bear to refuse.

Besides, she never intended to refuse.

Shen Mingchao's eyes curved upwards, revealing a faint smile.

"The introduction was so detailed that I didn't even need to do a travel guide."

"However, you're overthinking it. There are so many beautiful places in the world, and I won't miss them because of anyone or anything. If I were to act impulsively and fail to see those beautiful places with my own eyes, that would be my loss."

After saying that, Shen Mingchao picked up the pass between his index and middle fingers and said in a light tone, "Thank you. I'll go when I have time."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haike's eyelashes suddenly trembled.

The girl before him was already exquisitely beautiful, and her smile made her even more captivating, her eyes sparkling like tiny stars, revealing countless charms that made it impossible to look away.

Just then, someone came to spoil the mood.

Shen Mingchao's phone suddenly vibrated.

She looked away, clicked on it, and saw the name Zhang Haiyan pop up on the screen.

???

They were all in the same car, sitting in the front and back rows. Why couldn't they just say it directly and had to talk to her privately?

I have a feeling this isn't a good thing.

She patiently opened the chat interface, only to find that there was no text in the dialog box, just a video.

The cover is a glaring black background with red lettering and an exaggerated exclamation mark, blatantly proclaiming: "It's so beautiful! This video will make any woman fall head over heels! You'll regret missing it! Don't click to watch! Otherwise, you'll fall in love with me!"

Shen Mingchao's lips twitched.

I have the following six thoughts on this: ...

Based on her understanding of Brother Zhang, this video was most likely a trap.

Shen Mingchao took a deep breath, intending to ignore it, but several more messages kept popping up on the chat interface.

Zhang Haiyan seemed to have anticipated her thoughts, constantly provoking her and piquing her curiosity.

[Please don't look! I'm really afraid you'll fall in love with me!]

[Please don't click on this!]

[I'll withdraw it immediately!]

What does it mean?

Is this a test of her patience?

Shen Mingchao wanted to ignore it, but somehow, the series of red exclamation marks seemed to have some kind of magic, constantly attracting her attention.

She thought this feeling should be called the Pandora effect.

The more something is explicitly forbidden, the more one's curiosity grows wildly like weeds, and the more one wants to do it.

After a few minutes of internal struggle, Shen Mingchao grew impatient and gave up on dwelling on it.

What a joke! It's just a video; what earth-shattering content could it possibly contain?

She wanted to see what this guy was up to!