Yu Jingrong ran out, and the moment she turned around, her tears fell uncontrollably.
After she ran out, she somewhat regretted her impulsive action. At this late hour, where could she go? There were no taxis available. But what's done is done. She had already run out, and given her temperament, she would rather sleep on the ground and take the sky as her blanket than go back to the villa tonight.
Luckily, she knew that Li Qianze lived in the same residential area. She planned to go straight to his villa and knock on his door.
As it happened, a taxi entering the residential area to drop off a passenger came by, and Yu Jingrong immediately got in and gave the driver Shen Anlingzi's address.
Since the driver was a stranger, Yu Jingrong just sat in the car crying sadly, looking utterly forlorn and abandoned.
The driver glanced at her several times through the rear-view mirror.
He thought she would stop crying after a while, but she only cried harder.
