Song Sishen saw this and sighed twice behind his back, intending to call people, but was stopped by Fu Jing.
"It's an emergency, calling won't help."
In the car, Gu Jiangnian held a cigarette between his fingertips, glancing repeatedly at the villa's entrance as he raised his hand to smoke.
There was hidden anger, but also no small amount of anxiety.
Robby, sitting in the driver's seat, silently steeled his resolve. Judging by Jiang Muwan's explosive temper, an argument was inevitable upon her arrival. He needed to stay calm and not falter.
Bang, the car door was yanked open, then slammed shut with force.
The sound startled Robby, who was mentally preparing himself, and he shuddered violently.
"Drive," Gu Jiangnian ordered coldly, side-eyeing the furiously angry Jiang Muwan.
"Feeling upset?" The man flicked ash into the ashtray in the car with a casual gesture, his tone surprisingly gentle.
It was a stark change from his usual dominance, arrogance, and mockery.
