Xuan Yingluo’s heart skipped a beat. Zhou Yu might look lazy on the surface, but he was very alert in his heart. He could guess the general situation just by smelling the scent.
She did not want Zhou Yu to know about Gu Yilin’s existence. Firstly, it was her own business that she liked Gu Yilin. Secondly, she did not want Zhou Yu to bring any trouble to Gu Yilin.
Xuan Yingluo hung up the call and kept her phone.
At this moment, Xiao Ai drove over. “Minister, you can get in the car now.”
“Goodbye, Young Master Zhou.”
Xuan Yingluo said goodbye to Zhou Yu with a calm expression before she got into the car and left.
..
In the luxury car.
Xiao Ai, who was in the driver’s seat, looked at Xuan Yingluo through the rearview mirror. “Minister, Where Are We Going Now? Are We sending you home?”
Xuan Yingluo suddenly felt a surge of sourness in her heart. Her small white hand pressed down on her heart, and she furrowed her beautiful brows in pain.
“Minister, What’s Wrong?”