Chu Anning's words had barely settled when a tall bodyguard approached.
Other than getting into the car, Jiang Tan had no other alternatives.
Classical music was playing softly in the car. Jiang Tan lowered her head, eyes downcast, silent.
"Miss Jiang, rest assured, I mean no harm."
Chu Anning's voice had a faint rasp, a side effect of excessive smoking. She said, "You know what Zhou Yinghuai will face for foolishly severing ties with me, don't you?"
Jiang Tan knew, but humans are inherently selfish. If some things were left unsaid by Zhou Yinghuai, Jiang Tan preferred not to ask.
She looked down, not meeting Chu Anning's gaze, and softly said, "Miss Chu, these matters don't concern me."
Chu Anning took out a cigarette from a compartment. She lit up, and the scent of the cool, fragrant smoke spread inside the car.
She suddenly let out a cold laugh and slowly said, "Jiang Tan, I've never met anyone as selfish as you."
