This time, there was no doubt he had come for the V Crown race finals.
Zhou Sicheng didn't want to take Zu He with him, replying coldly, "There's no room in the car."
It was a fact.
Because Shao Ran had also come.
Zu He didn't believe it, "How many people did you bring that there's no room left?"
Without further ado, he pulled open the passenger door and got into the car.
Zhou Sicheng was out of options, and not wanting to waste time or argue, he got in, buckled his seatbelt, reached out to shift gears, and just then his phone started to ring.
He had just thrown his phone into the center console, he turned his head to glance at it, an unfamiliar domestic number, a familiar sequence of numbers, and his face slightly changed.
He didn't pick it up immediately.
Seeing that he wasn't answering the call, Zu He curiously asked, "Why aren't you picking up your phone?"
He picked up the phone and handed it to Zhou Sicheng.
