Rong Yan cupped her hands around her mouth and breathed out, her palms were almost frozen stiff. Especially after being stuffed with dog food, she felt a chilly sensation around her neck, and goosebumps popped up as the wind blew.
"Hasn't he finished work yet?"
She shivered as she fumbled out her phone to send a message asking someone when they'd be off work. Otherwise, she might not wait any longer and just call a taxi herself.
Otherwise, standing so conspicuously by the roadside, it would be too much trouble if someone recognized her.
Just as she typed the message and was about to send it, suddenly, wheels rolled on the ground and stopped in front of her.
She looked up, and the car window rolled down just in time. The man's profile was outstanding, cold and reserved, with striking eyebrows and eyes.
With long fingers, he pressed the car door open, lightly nudging his rose-colored lips, "Get in the car."
