Li Yeqi went downstairs with two oranges in hand and arrived at the parking lot. The space where he had parked his car was empty; his eyes narrowed slightly—he'd been stood up by Mrs. Li.
He looked down at the two oranges in his palm, bright and red, seemingly mocking his unrequited affections.
He knew she had an innate rebellious streak, so it wasn't likely she'd obediently wait for him in the car, but he hadn't expected she would steal his car as well.
Yan Luoxi drove the multimillion-dollar luxury car, making a very flashy appearance. When she turned on the sound system, she discovered all the CDs in the car were military songs.
She curled her lips, figuring he really was a dull old man.
As she drove the car into the studio parking lot, she parked the car, got out, locked the doors, and walked towards the studio.
Just after she left, a woman got out of the Ferrari parked next door, holding a script in her hands and looking confusedly at the retreating figure of Yan Luoxi.
