Her hand was grabbed by Lan Mu again, "Aren't we going back?"
The driver just pulled up in the car.
Without waiting for the driver to get out and open the door, Lan Mu pulled open the rear door of the car and forcefully stuffed Yan Zao inside.
He followed in after her, "Drive."
At his command, the driver dared not question and immediately started the car.
Poor Zhou Sicheng hurried out, catching only the exhaust of the car. Before he could call out, the car had vanished.
He cursed under his breath, and kicked at the air in frustration.
He shouldn't have called him out to play today; not only was the fun incomplete, but he was also left alone here.
Yan Zao sat close to the other car door, keeping a distance of at least two people from Lan Mu. Her wrist still throbbed with a burning pain. She bowed her head, gently rubbing the spot with her thumb.
