"No need." Jiayi didn't linger and hurriedly walked out of the shop.
Ever since she started managing the F. Wang bridal shop, under Huo Zhenyang's instructions, most of the time, drivers from Disheng would pick her up and drop her off.
She didn't like having someone follow her around all day, always feeling like she was being watched by that man at all times.
These past two days, Huo Zhenyang hadn't been home, and even when she left for the bridal shop today, that man hadn't returned yet. She had fortunately managed to get some relief; she told the driver not to bother and instead took a taxi on her own.
Now, without a driver tailing her, it was just right—she didn't need to explain anything.
Night had fallen, and the neon lights were twinkling.
As she walked to the curb, intending to hail a taxi, she saw a familiar black Bentley parked by the roadside. Seeing her come out, it slowly drove towards her.
The hand she had raised halfway paused mid-air and then dropped.
