Ye Mingmei, wearing high heels, was a few steps too slow to react and chase after him.
By the time she ran out onto the street, Yu Xiuzhun's car had already driven quite a distance away.
In her haste, Ye Mingmei bent down to take off her shoes and ran with them in her hand.
With the speed of a hundred-meter sprint, she whizzed after him.
The result of a race between a person and a car was that Ye Mingmei was on the verge of losing her breath, while Yu Xiuzhun's sports car vanished like a streak in front of her.
"Phew—"
Ye Mingmei put her hands on her waist, gasping for air, her cheeks flushed from running, and sweat streaming down her delicate face.
Watching the sports car disappear at the end of the street, she stomped her foot in anger.
"Damn Yu Xiuzhun, damn bastard! We hadn't even finished talking, why are you in such a rush to leave!"
"You didn't speak clearly, how was I supposed to know what you meant!"
"Awful! Scumbag!"
