"You're telling me to go back?"
Sang Lingzhu smiled, shook her head, and said, "No, I'm not going back. Wherever you go, I'll go."
Wu Gang had no choice; now was not the time to argue about this, so he simply said, "Thank you, old Sang."
After packing up, Sang Lingzhu called the hotel front desk, asking the staff to bring the car to the entrance. Wu Gang and Sang Lingzhu then took the elevator down.
Checking the time on his phone, five minutes had already passed. Wu Gang felt anxious, while Sang Lingzhu placed her hand on Wu Gang's shoulder, patted it, and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Wu Gang's heart suddenly felt less tense, and he nodded.
At the hotel entrance, Wu Gang and Sang Lingzhu hurriedly appeared, and the car had already stopped at the curb. The service staff, seeing them, immediately opened the car door.
"Wu Gang?" Just as he was about to get into the car, Wu Gang heard a familiar voice coming from behind.
