Su Yin thought she had misheard.
"Don't make me repeat myself!" His tone became noticeably colder.
Su Yin turned around.
Then she saw Ji Zhihan's Rolls-Royce parked at the bus stop, Ji Zhihan's harsh face appeared before her.
The Ji Zhihan in her memory was quite gentle.
Well, people do grow up.
She asked, "Is there something you need, Mr. Ji?"
No longer calling him Director Ji.
After all, they were no longer part of the same film crew.
She also did not call him Ji Zhihan.
They were not familiar with each other.
Mr. Ji stood for the distance between them.
Ji Zhihan suddenly opened the car door.
Su Yin frowned.
Watching as Ji Zhihan's overbearing presence grew closer and closer to her.
The next moment.
Su Yin's arm was abruptly pulled by Ji Zhihan, dragged directly into his sedan's passenger seat.
The car door was slammed shut with a "bang".
Ji Zhihan returned to the driver's seat and drove off.
Su Yin felt awkward.
There was a sound of alarm in the car.
