Not knowing who this woman was or why she had so much time on her hands was puzzling.
Zhang Hao didn't want to wait and pretended he didn't hear her, opening the car door and getting in.
"Driver, please go quickly."
The driver didn't care much and stepped on the gas. The car zoomed away.
The woman, watching the taxi disappear into the distance, stomped her feet in anger.
Zhang Hao sat in the backseat, looking back from time to time, relieved that he had reacted quickly.
If that woman had caught up to him, who knows when he could have returned.
He Qianhui was coming home tomorrow, and he needed to conserve his energy. Otherwise, he wouldn't meet her strong demands.
Initially, Zhang Hao wasn't afraid of He Qianhui's desires, but now he finally understood the pain of middle-aged men.
Luckily, he was still young and full of vigor.
When he got home that evening, Zhang Hao made himself a decent dinner.
While eating, he received a call from He Qianhui.
