"If you think there's no issue, then there's no issue." Liang Chen moved his gaze away from Jing Haohao, his tone as indifferent as ever: "If there's nothing else, let's go."
"Okay." Su Yan nodded her head, taking the lead to depart with her friend.
Liang Chen remained in his spot, watching Jing Haohao for a moment longer, then turned and followed his friends out.
...
Only after a full minute past the sounds of "Take care, sir, madam" did Jing Haohao finally put down her scissors. She left some instructions for the staff on how to care for the flowers, grabbed her bag and left.
She stepped out of the club, and as she was waiting for the bus by the roadside, she saw Liang Chen's familiar car exit the parking lot.
The car windows were lowered, and from her angle, she could clearly see him in the driver's seat.
Jing Haohao froze in place, unable to move.
When Liang Chen checked his rearview mirror, his eyes met Jing Haohao's eyes.
