Xuxu cast a sideways glance at her. "Such matters can't be rushed."
Zhou Shuang suddenly hugged her and whispered into her ears, "Get Yan Rusheng to work hard tonight."
Xuxu blushed and nudged her with her elbows. "Bad girl."
…
The next few weekends were neither too idle or busy. Yet this particular weekend was packed with back to back engagements.
Yan Rusheng was sitting in the backseat, he was massaging his swollen temples.
The car stopped as it approached the red light. He glanced at his watch. It was almost 5 p.m.
"Hurry up."
He demanded at his chauffeur in urgency.
When the traffic light turned green, his chauffeur sped off. It was already the almost the evening rush hour, and worse there was a commotion that caused a traffic build-up.
When the car came to a halt again, Yan Rusheng tilted his head—frustrated with what was happening. He was getting more and more impatient as the time ticked on.
