The car started moving.
Yu Lifang was in a panic.
She wanted to know if Song Guanchao truly had some sort of secret of hers.
But she couldn't ask.
On the road, Song Guanchao kept asking questions, but no matter how he inquired, Yu Lifang always talked in circles.
When they arrived at Yunhai Club, Yu Lifang didn't go to the parking lot because the security guards recognized her.
The car stopped at the curb, and Yu Lifang said, "Mr. Song, we're here."
Song Guanchao leaned back in his seat and said, "Yu Lifang, I gave you a chance, and you didn't cherish it. Don't blame me for being heartless."
Yu Lifang was stunned for a moment, then tried to speak calmly, "What are you talking about, Mr. Song? I don't understand."
"You don't understand? Maybe you can understand this, then?"
Song Guanchao took out his phone, opened a photo, and waved it in front of her.
When Yu Lifang saw the photo of herself holding hands with a pretty boy entering a car, she collapsed in her seat.
