The car that was about to speed up now cruised at its usual pace instead.
Song Qiao's company building was quickly reached, and it was nearing work hours, so many colleagues were returning from outside meals, bustling to and fro.
The black Bentley Mulsanne parked there had already caught quite a few gazes, with everyone guessing who the driver might be, but because it was close to work time, many didn't linger.
Song Qiao was currently fuming. She had kindly gone to buy this man food and drink and had spoken to him in a low voice; he, on the other hand, was unappreciative, didn't say a word to her, and acted as if he couldn't care less about her, not even bothering to remind her when the car started moving.
If the lid of the coffee cup wasn't securely fastened, she might have even ended up spilling it all over herself.
Just as she reached for her purse, intending to open the door, the man locked the doors in the instant her hand touched the handle.
