What was originally intended to be a speeding drive now turned into the normal speed of traffic.
The car soon arrived downstairs at Song Qiao's company. It was close to work hours and many colleagues were returning from eating outside, bustling with people coming and going.
The black Bentley Mulsanne parked there had already attracted quite a bit of attention. People were guessing who was driving it, but since it was almost time for work, many did not linger.
Song Qiao was currently furious. She had kindly gone out of her way to buy this man something to eat, and even spoke to him with gentle words, yet he was completely unappreciative, not even uttering a single word to her, acting as if he couldn't care less about her. He didn't even bother to warn her as he started driving.
If the coffee cup lid had not been secured properly, it could have spilled all over her.
