Then she followed him out of the hotpot restaurant.
There were still plenty of people waiting in line outside. Sullivan never let go of her hand, and led her straight towards the parking lot. Lola Hussey asked him, "Where are we going?"
Sullivan walked in front, but he kept hold of her hand tightly, "It's too crowded here, and there's no parking available. It'll be difficult for the person picking you up to find a spot. Let's drive to a less crowded area and wait for your friend there."
Lola Hussey looked back at the surroundings.
Indeed, there were quite a few people.
Sullivan opened the car door for her, and as Lola Hussey was about to get in, a cold voice came from deep in the crowd.
"Lola."
Lola Hussey straightened up, suddenly turning around.
About ten meters away from her, a man in a light grey shirt and straight dress pants—casually dressed—was walking towards her.