It was just that this idea was too insane; Yan Ting could only entertain it briefly, without daring to take any real action.
"I'll send a driver to take you home. Dressed like that, aren't you cold?" Yan Ting said hoarsely.
Banxia sneered coldly, "Whether I'm cold or not is none of your concern. I'll hail a cab to go back."
"Banxia, must you insist on being so distant with me?" Yan Ting's chest throbbed subtly with pain; he had experienced this woman's stubbornness before.
Her personality carried a certain fierceness. If pressured too hard, the outcome would only be worse.
Banxia glared at him resentfully, then turned abruptly and rushed toward the restroom.
Because Yan Ting had earlier helped undo half of her dress zipper, she could now successfully remove the dress herself.
When she came out after changing back into her own clothes, she noticed a small red dot flickering in the darkness.
Her heart tightened—it was Yan Ting smoking.
That man still hadn't left.
