Su Yue raised her eyebrows, "President Fu's younger uncle?"
An Yan nodded, looking up toward the illuminated Ferris wheel on the top floor of the Wanjiang Banquet, "He asked me to wait for him there."
Su Yue patted her on the shoulder, "Go ahead. When Bai Qinghan arrives, I'll tell him I drove you home."
An Yan hugged her briefly, then ran into the hotel, lifting her dress as she did.
Su Yue called Si Heng to have him fetch the car.
Si Heng was puzzled, but he cooperated nonetheless.
Watching the car pull up, Su Yue climbed into the back seat.
Shortly after, Bai Qinghan drove up. Not seeing An Yan, he prepared to call her.
The Bentley's window rolled down, revealing a radiant face. Su Yue called out, "Young Master Bai, An Yan rode back with me. Don't worry, goodbye!"
Before Bai Qinghan could see inside the car, the window rose again, leaving him with but a whiff of fresh exhaust.
Bai Qinghan: "What's going on here? How could she just leave? I wasn't done playing my part!"
