Han Che deliberately pretended not to see and intentionally drove the car in another direction.
But just as he was turning around, the butler, with two servants, blocked the front of the car, forcing it to a stop.
Han Che inwardly cursed his luck. He hadn't had the chance to say anything to Nan Jiaojiao when the butler knocked on his car window, leaving Han Che no choice but to roll it down.
"Assistant Han, Maternal Auntie Wen invites Miss Nan for a chat."
The butler was adept at gauging people's attitudes.
If it was Bo Yanching sitting in the car, he would have obediently plastered on a smile.
But not like now — standing with his spine straight, not bowing his head, looking down as he gazed at people, retracting his hand after knocking, and wiping it behind his back.
Han Che didn't bother being polite, "Who did you say?"
The butler's expression changed, gritting his teeth, "Our Master, he invites Miss Nan for a talk."
