Five minutes later, He Chen walked towards the parking lot with Yin Mo in his arms.
In a parking space not far away, He Qing had been watching the scene of He Chen and Yin Mo kissing through the slightly lowered car window for a long time.
He Chen was no longer cold as before, bowing his head to whisper intimately with her.
Another foolish woman and a self-assured man, history... seems to be repeating itself.
He Qing's lips curled into an intriguing smile as he rubbed his fingertips, instructing the subordinate driving, "Get me a copy of Yin Mo's information."
"Okay, Eldest Young Master."
Meanwhile, He Chen, pulling Yin Mo into the Ou Lu car, gradually regained his composure after the previous surge of emotions.
Especially He Chen felt increasingly that the lady had been too proactive today.
Proactive to the point that he lost his ability to think calmly.
