The car windows fogged up, and Song Yan reached out to wipe them, the cold feeling seeping from her palm throughout her body.
She gazed out the window into the distance, her beautiful eyes unfathomable.
After a while, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and she said, "Then let them wait, and don't forget to prepare the finest tea and pastries for them."
After hanging up the phone, Song Yan played with her mobile phone in her hand for a while.
The Song Family's relatives, who hadn't contacted her since she left the Song Family, were now surprisingly quick to reach out.
The car suddenly stopped, and Song Yan snapped back to reality. She looked ahead and asked in confusion, "What happened?"
The driver tried to start the engine again, but with no success. He replied with some distress, "Miss, it seems like the car is having trouble. Wait a moment, I'll get out and check."
The car had died and the temperature inside quickly dropped.
