"Wait for me a second."
After taking the elevator down to the second-level basement of the parking garage, Su Yanran suddenly called for Qin Lin and Lin Qingyue to stop.
"What's wrong?"
"None of your business."
Su Yanran glared at Qin Lin, annoyed. "This is all because of you, you jerk!"
"Qingyue, do you have a— oh, just come with me!"
With a flushed face, Su Yanran suddenly grabbed Lin Qingyue's hand and pulled her into the restroom.
"So weird," Qin Lin muttered, completely bewildered.
Before long, Su Yanran returned, holding Lin Qingyue's hand, and walked over to the Maserati sedan. "We're leaving now. Am I driving you back?" she asked Qin Lin, then continued, "Let me tell you, everything that happened earlier was just an act between me and Qingyue. Don't be so thick-skinned as to take it seriously."
"You think you can marry both of us? You're not qualified!"
