In the dark, the man suddenly let out a low laugh.
He did not answer her but pushed open the door and got out of the car, leaving Zhixi astounded.
As she was lost in thought, suddenly someone opened the car door beside her from the outside.
The man's cold voice resonated lowly, "Get out."
Zhixi, unable to grasp his attitude, hurriedly stretched her legs out, stepped on the ground, and then used the car door to stand up.
Once she was stable, He Jingyao forcefully shut the car door and turned to the front seat to instruct the chauffeur, "You go back first."
"Yes, young master." The chauffeur decisively drove away before Zhixi could react.
Zhixi watched the departing car's tail and remained a bit dazed.
"Let's go in," He Jingyao said, his voice seemingly carrying a hint of laughter.
"You..." she pursed her lips, "the hotel has already been booked by Dad, there are no rooms available for you."
