While speaking, Gu Chenxiao had already stood up from the ground.
He dusted the snow off his body, his back already somewhat soaked, and as he left, he cast Han Yao a very friendly glance, sending a shiver through him, as a chill spread from the soles of his feet to his head…
It was over.
He had a strong premonition.
Perhaps his career was going to end right there that day.
"Assistant Han, aren't you leaving?" After walking a few steps, Song Yan looked back at him with a smile, "Assistant Han, with your boss here, you must be quite cold, right?"
Han Yao gave a wry smile.
Returning to the car, the heater inside was turned up high.
Gu Chenxiao had already taken off his coat, and finally, Song Yan felt her frozen body slowly coming back to life; she was revived once again.
"By the way, when did that car leave?"
Her car was still parked in its original spot, yet there wasn't a single person inside.
She was astonished, "Uncle Yang was taken away by them?"
