Chi Huan eventually followed him into the car.
The Feng Xing car was another new model she had never seen before...
As she buckled her seatbelt, she muttered, "You really do love cars."
The man started the engine, still in that lazy tone, "Too much money, nowhere to spend."
Chi Huan, "..."
Last time, Yue Lin said he wanted to take her to Mo Shiqian's workplace, but she refused.
Feng Xing seemed to also want her to have a look...
So she would go, she thought, biting her lip, feeling an indescribable emotion in her heart—an annoyance, and a stifling sense that if she found out something bad, she would dump him immediately and pick up Director Zhan Yan's new play.
Guilt? What did she have to feel guilty about? He wouldn't really be sad, and besides, she had slept with him for so long.
...…
The luxurious sedan stopped at the parking apron in front of an office building.
The building was not the newest, but it was imposing.
