After getting out of the car, Xia Yangyang ran away.
She finally stopped by a bus stop on the side of the road.
Unable to hold back her grievance, she broke into tears.
Why did it turn out this way?
Xia Yangyang was at a loss, even though nothing had actually happened.
Xia Yangyang sat on the bench for a long time, stunned.
Anyway, she didn't want to go back.
Seeing Gu Qichen's suspecting gaze hurt like a sharp knife.
But she didn't want to go home either.
Xia Weiwei was just waiting to mock her; she couldn't go home in such a vulnerable state.
Xia Yangyang scrolled through her phone, and ended up dialing Wen Xiaochu.
Wen Xiaochu arrived twenty minutes later.
After a few words, they both left together.
However, at that exact moment, a black Maybach was parked not far from the bus stop.
The man inside, wearing a gloomy expression, and the tip of his cigarette glowing red.
