"Lin Yebai, what are you doing? Let go of me!"
"..."
No one answered her, the only response being those very rude and savage movements.
It only took a few seconds, and she was shoved into the car, after which the door slammed shut, and the silver-grey Passat sped away from the place like an arrow released from its bow.
——
Inside the cabin, Ou Mucen was still checking the emails on his computer.
Not bad, although it was her first time dealing with such documents, she had handled them quite well, replying to what she knew how, as he had instructed, and for what she didn't know, she also created a new folder, storing them there.
When he saw that folder, his eyes, which were initially somewhat worried, unconsciously swept across a trace of approval and a faint curve emerged at the corner of his lips.
Lying there, he processed all the emails she had left behind, only then, exhausted, did he set his computer aside.
What time was it? Why hadn't she come back yet?
