When Song Qinghuan hastily arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, it was already past nine o'clock by five minutes.
She looked around and didn't see "Manager Zhao". She was thinking that perhaps he left after the appointed time passed, thinking she wouldn't come. Then a flashy black sedan abruptly stopped beside her.
Song Qinghuan didn't understand cars but at a glance, found it high-end, classy, and upscale.
The car window slowly lowered, revealing Shi Yuhuan's strikingly handsome, expressionless face to Song Qinghuan.
"Get in!" His gaze fixed on her, his dark eyes as alarming as a block of ice.
Song Qinghuan hurriedly went forward, opened the passenger door, and got in.
The car was quiet; every breath could clearly be heard.
The cold aura from the man seemed to be severely reproaching her lateness.
