Jingcheng was in a difficult position. "But Miss…"
Qiao Qiao's tone was cold. "I told you to contact him later. It's not like I didn't want you to contact him. If he knew now, would I still go out for a drink?!"
Jingcheng: "…"
That made sense. But he didn't dare to do that. It was mainly because he could not answer Third Master's questions.
Seeing that Jingcheng was still not driving and was in a deadlock with her, Qiao Qiao unbuckled her seatbelt. "Forget it. I'll get a taxi myself."
Jingcheng swallowed. It was the nervousness of making a decision in just a few seconds. He naturally knew what to choose between letting Missy take a taxi or following her at all times. He struggled internally for a few seconds, then relented. "Miss, fasten your seatbelt first. I'll take you there."
"If you'd been so quick, we should be at the entrance of the bar by now," Qiao Qiao said as she fastened her seatbelt again. "Let's go."
