Secretary Wang immediately came over, "Young Madam, why don't you ride back with President Qin? We've concluded our business talk."
Lu Weixi was about to refuse when the man on her shifted slightly, but not in an attempt to stand. It's just that he found his current position a bit uncomfortable. He twisted his head and slowly withdrew his long legs into the car, settling for another position to sprawl.
"But my car..."
Secretary Wang intervened again: "Young Madam, take our car to work tomorrow. It's not good to stay like this on the side of the street."
Perhaps to reinforce his argument, the car behind them turned on its high-beam lights, and pressed its horn impatiently. Left with no choices, Lu Weixi nodded. Secretary Wang helped her and Qin Zhiyou adjust their legs and then shut the car door.
