By the time Lu Jingchen came out, he didn't see Song Qiao's figure by his car, and standing by the car, his face immediately darkened, filled with gloom.
After opening the car door and sitting in the driver's seat, ready to drive away without caring where Song Qiao had gone or if she had already left, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a woman coming out of a nearby cake shop as he started the car.
Song Qiao was holding a purse in one hand and carrying two bags in the other, her gaze shifted and finally landed on his car, walking over in her high heels.
Lu Jingchen watched the figure getting closer with an indifferent expression, a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were full of mockery as he watched her approach step by step and then get into the passenger seat.
Song Qiao placed her purse aside, perhaps sensing the man's very displeased mood.
Turning her head to look, she saw Lu Jingchen quietly watching her, and her heart skipped a beat.
