Bang!
Yin Shaojie's fist almost smashed the logo in the center of the steering wheel to smithereens. His dark inky eyes held a terrifyingly icy gaze.
The other party was still speaking, but Yin Shaojie did not utter a single word back.
Behind him, insistent car horns blared through the air.
...
In the Presidential suite of a particular five-star hotel.
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the suite number in doubt as she pressed the doorbell.
After a while, the door opened. The pretty shop owner emerged with a smile.
"You're here? Come in and have a seat."
Mu Xiaoxiao waved a hand and said, "It's okay. I'm only here to collect the clothes. I won't disturb you any more than necessary."
She did not even dare to look inside for fear of seeing something she should not.
The pretty shop owner smiled and reached out to tug at her. "Come in. There's no one else here."