Li Qianze rolled down the window and said to Song Qinghuan, "Qinghuan, get in the car quickly."
Song Qinghuan bit her lip: "Qianze, maybe it's better if I just head back by myself in a taxi."
As soon as her voice fell, Shi Yuhuan, seated in the back, issued a cold command in an unperturbed tone, "Drive!"
Li Qianze's brows knitted sternly. He glanced back at Shi Yuhuan before saying to Song Qinghuan, "Get in the car quickly. There are no taxis here."
Indeed, this private restaurant was quite secluded. Everyone who came here was wealthy, so it would be quite difficult to find a cab.
Although she was afraid of Shi Yuhuan, she dreaded facing Zhan Cheng's furious face even more.
Song Qinghuan nodded politely at Zhan Jie, signalling her intention to leave first. Then she pulled open the car door and got in.
Zhan Jie watched all this, her eyebrows knitted together, finding the relationship between the three individuals rather peculiar.
