A sudden realization.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth and walked forward.
"Sir, your drink."
Chi Cheng stopped in his tracks, turned around, and took it, "Thank you."
Then he walked back to the car as if nothing had happened.
Bang—
The car door closed.
An Ran couldn't help but shiver.
She lowered her head, inserted a straw into the milk tea, and was about to drink.
Who knew Chi Cheng would wave his hand and snatch the milk tea away.
An Ran: "What are you doing?"
Chi Cheng didn't speak, placed the milk tea on his side, and drove into the villa area.
An Ran felt a bit annoyed, but her phone vibrated.
It was a WeChat message from the guy she met earlier.
An Ran replied, and the Porsche came to a stop.
"Chatting with another guy right in front of me?" Chi Cheng glanced at her, not angry but smiling, "Having a good time?"
An Ran: "Give me back my milk tea."
