Qingcheng didn't even glance at Yun Mu, "When I tell you to stop the car, you stop the car."
With no other choice, Yun Mu obediently stopped the car at the intersection.
"Get out," Qingcheng said coldly.
Yun Mu was stunned for a moment—it seemed she was really kicking him out of the car. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have acted so cocky; now it looked like he would have to walk back to the office.
"Wife, I really was wrong. Please let me come back to the office with you," Yun Mu pleaded with a mournful face.
Qingcheng, looking at Yun Mu's expression, still had a cold facade, but she couldn't help but chuckle internally.
"Enough talk. Look at the outfit you're wearing. Does it look appropriate for entering an office building? There's a clothing store on the left at the intersection; go check it out. I'm going to touch up my makeup, and I'll pay for you later."
