Chuchu, unwavering, simply opened the car door and got in herself, naturally sitting in the passenger seat: "Brother Donglin, I'll accompany you to the meeting. Don't worry, I'll wait for you in the lounge, and I definitely won't delay you..."
Wan Donglin suddenly remembered Yan Xixi's words: "Once she clings to you, you'll see, three or five glasses of red wine, then relentless pestering, and it's only natural she'll take advantage of you. By then, when old Zhang intervenes, he'll make you take responsibility, and hey, you'll have nowhere to cry..."
He used to just think it was a child's temper, coming and going quickly. Now, seeing her clinging persistently, his alertness was at an all-time high.
For a spoiled girl, don't think she wouldn't dare do this.
This hidden danger must be thoroughly resolved.
Utterly fed up, no longer patient, he started the car and drove away.
Chuchu saw he was silent, panicked: "Brother Donglin... Brother Donglin... are you angry?"
