As she was about to get into the car, Han Yi suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to bring the gift she was supposed to give to Gong Beiming and his wife today.
"Wait for me a second; I'll grab the gift!"
"I'll go with you!"
Gong Tingxuan accompanied Han Yi as they walked into the hall together.
The gift had been prepared early on, a set of expensive jewelry neatly encased in a brocade box.
It wasn't very large, so Han Yi carried it in her hands.
Gong Tingxuan walked towards the driver's seat.
Han Yi, as usual, sat in the back seat of the car—she had grown accustomed to this treatment.
Sometimes, even if it was a chauffeur driving, he would sit in the passenger seat, never joining her in the back.
She knew he didn't like her, so she would conscientiously sit in the back every time, a habit that had formed over time.
"Get out!"
Suddenly, a cold voice rang out, and Han Yi was slightly startled.
