Jiang Ruolan put down the cell phone and looked at the screen, which had turned dark. Who was that? That person was very rude.
She frowned and didn't think much about it. She looked through the phone book but couldn't find the driver's number.
Jiang Ruolan didn't know which number was the driver's number and she couldn't call anyone and ask if they were Xian Zihao's driver.
She couldn't bear the headache that came at this moment.
Jiang Ruolan glanced at Xian Zihao.
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After 20 minutes —
Jiang Ruolan got out of the car and looked at the house in the residential complex and saw that it was dark.
Jiang Yijun wasn't home yet?
She turned around and opened the car door, carefully helping the alcohol reeking man out. Xian Zihao was more than 1.8 meters tall, and it was very difficult for her to support him.
It took Jiang Ruolan another 10 minutes before she managed to bring him up the stairs.
