When Bai Yiran came out, she saw Leng Yichen leaning against the car, smoking. Today, he drove himself; Wang Hai did not accompany him. Bai Yiran looked at him and the Bugatti behind him. He seldom drives himself, and the utilization rate of those sports cars in the garage is not very high. Bai Yiran had seen him drive himself no more than five times, so seeing him drive today was somewhat surprising.
A man like this, leaning against such a sports car, with a cigarette between his fingers, glancing around, was definitely eye-catching to passing women.
Bai Yiran frowned subtly. Since when did this man become so ostentatious?
Seeing her come out, Leng Yichen just finished his cigarette, casually extinguishing it and tossing the butt into the trash can.
"Get in the car."
"Where to?"
"You'll know when we get there." Leng Yichen forcefully pushed the somewhat reluctant Bai Yiran into the car and quickly walked to the other side to get in.
