Today, Duan Fei had become much more accustomed to her routine, so much so that as she left work, she walked directly over to the black Rolls-Royce waiting at the door and pulled open the rear car door.
Then, she was stunned.
There sat Rong Moyong in the back seat, suited and booted, wearing glasses, and tilting his head to look at her.
Possibly because she wasn't getting into the car, the man's lips even curved slightly upward, "Frozen?"
Duan Fei snapped out of her daze, hurriedly bowed her head, and then climbed into the car.
The car slowly pulled away.
The inside of the car returned to silence too.
To avoid the awkwardness, Duan Fei took out her phone and began scrolling.
After looking through WeChat groups and scrolling through Weibo for a while, she looked up and realized something was off, "Where are we going?"
The man's low voice sounded, "The Rong Family's old mansion."
Duan Fei turned her face towards him in surprise, "You can go by yourself, I'm not going!"
