"I told you, don't call me Director Qiao!"
Qiao Yutong didn't want to give Song Xiaodong something in front of his wives, so she parked the car earlier.
After delivering it, Qiao Yutong drove the car to the entrance of the Su Family Courtyard. The two got out of the car and handed it to the Su Family Guard.
As soon as they got out of the car, a cold wind of late autumn night blew. Qiao Yutong couldn't help but shiver.
Song Xiaodong thought for a moment, unfolded the scarf that Qiao Yutong had given him, draped it over Qiao Yutong's back, then twisted her body. Qiao Yutong turned stiffly in a circle, and the scarf wrapped her up tightly.
"Why are you wearing so thin?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"Deputy Mayor Han asked me to accompany you. If I don't dress nicely, how can I be a vase?" Qiao Yutong's blush had not completely faded.
"Come inside and sit for a while." Song Xiaodong said.
"No, thanks. You have too many wives. I'd get dizzy." Qiao Yutong refused.
