Song Zhi had no idea what was going on in Song Yuan's mind and snorted, "Just wait and see!"
Song Yuan felt conflicted watching Song Zhi's complete trust in Si Fan.
Perhaps it's because he couldn't fully trust Si Fan, which is why another man overshadowed him?
Another black Cayenne.
Si Fan opened the passenger side door and was met with Jiang Wang's teasing gaze, "Hi, Miss Si!"
The next moment, the door slammed shut.
Bang!
Jiang Wang: "..." greeted the silence.
Sitting in the back seat, Jun Yan was playing with the tail ring; seeing Jiang Wang's defeated expression, he smiled slightly, feeling inexplicably satisfied.
He leaned slightly forward, naturally opened the back door, and raised an eyebrow at Si Fan standing outside.
"Come in."
Si Fan matched the man's deep gaze, raised an eyebrow, then sat inside, closed the door, crossed her legs, and sank deep into the seat, lazily yawning.
After greeting so many clients, she felt a bit tired.
