Su Lihua, who had just driven back, "..." He stopped the car, honked the horn, and shouted at Su Qinghou, "You're insane, get in the car now!"
Su Qinghou simply wouldn't get in and made a phone call instead, "Come pick me up."
Su Chan asked him, "Where are you?"
Who knows where this is.
"I'll turn on my location, find it yourself."
After hanging up the phone, he sent over his location, bowed his head, and with a sidelong glance at the taxi driver, said, "Keep cursing, don't you dare stop without my say-so."
The driver, shrinking into his seat, was close to tears, "Su Lihua is a son of a bitch." This guy must be out of his mind!
"Su Lihua is a son of a bitch." Crazy!
"Su Lihua is a son of a bitch." Crazy!
"..."
Both Su Lihua and the driver were on the verge of a breakdown.
The bed sheet that Su Qinghou had sat on was dumped by Jiang Zhi into the trash bin downstairs. When he returned to the room, he saw Zhou Xufang sitting in the hanging chair in a daze.
