not long after, yu tingchuan let go of song qincheng.
"let's go in." his voice was very calm, as if what he had just done was just an ordinary farewell.
at the same time, the door was unlocked.
song qincheng suppressed her heartbeat and gave a soft " hmm " before getting out of the car.
at that moment, he felt like he was a puppet in someone else's hands. his brain was a little slow and he could only follow the orders of others.
song qincheng's face was still red and hot even after she closed the car door.
in the quiet alley, she took a few steps forward and then stopped in her tracks.
when he turned back, the black cayenne was still there.
yu tingchuan was sitting there.
all of a sudden, she had the thought of not letting him leave.
song qincheng walked back to her seat as if she was possessed.
