Han Che furrowed his eyebrows.
Zhou Zining rolled off the bed, intending to head for the door, but then suddenly turned back and sat down at the dressing table to beautify herself.
"Where did he arrange to meet me? What kind of occasion is it? He's finally willing to see me, but why?"
Han Che remained silent, silently watching every move Zhou Zining made.
After waiting a long time without a response, Zhou Zining didn't mind; her mind was in chaos, and her heart only had room for one man—Bo Yanching.
She was full of anticipation, hoping the meeting would be at an upscale hotel, or perhaps a restaurant.
If he hadn't handed her over to the police, it was because he was nostalgic, wasn't it?
But as she dressed up with care, she found that the car was heading further and further off course, soon leaving the city and heading towards the outskirts.
She asked a couple of times, but Han Che was like a frozen statue, not speaking and not even giving her a glance in response.
