The more she thought about it, the more uncontrollable Ruan Qiuting's anger became!
"Qiuting?"
Seeing her daughter's grim expression, Zhang Meifeng felt increasingly worried. She seemed to realize that since coming out of her friend's photography company, her daughter had been in a foul mood.
Could it be because of the wedding photos?
"I'm fine." Ruan Qiuting looked away and turned her face toward the car window, watching the rain outside gradually lighten.
However, as she turned her head, she glimpsed a familiar figure sitting by the glass of a café, leisurely reading a magazine.
Upon seeing that face clearly, Ruan Qiuting suddenly spoke to the driver in the front seat, "Stop the car!"
"Screech!!"
Suddenly asked to stop, the driver quickly hit the brakes, making a screeching sound as the black luxury car halted immediately in front of the café.
Before Zhang Meifeng could regain her senses, Ruan Qiuting had already gotten out of the car with an umbrella.
