Song Qinghuan was the last one to leave the office on the 60th floor. She walked slowly out of the company, her head hung in despair, standing dazedly at the entrance of the building.
She seemed a bit stunned, uncertain whether to take the bus or subway, or to call Shi Yuhuan for a ride home.
As she was pondering, a black sedan pulled up in front of her.
The car window slid down, and she was greeted with a side profile as stunningly handsome as a sculpture.
Song Qinghuan suddenly felt nervous. She bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then got in the car.
At that moment, some of her colleagues were still in the office. They happened to see this scene and were astounded, their eyes wide in surprise, generating various speculations and guesses.
As soon as Song Qinghuan got in the car, Shi Yuhuan's vehicle 'whooshed' forward and sped away.
The car moved with the speed and rhythm of a sports car.
