The car sped away.
Shen Yibei watched the quickly retreating landscape outside the window, his brows slightly furrowing.
"Go back."
With these two indifferent words, the car sped back again.
Shen Yibei irritably tugged at his tie. It wasn't that he was worried about her; it was simply that if something happened to a drunken woman outside, he would still have to exert effort to resolve it.
This annoying and troublesome woman.
Lan Ruowei felt the bed was both cold and hard, extremely uncomfortable.
She wanted to turn over, but her body was limp, and her head was in so much pain.
"Wow." She opened her mouth and vomited profusely.
After vomiting for a while, Lan Ruowei regained some consciousness. Looking around at the pitch darkness, without a single person in sight, she realized that she was not inside a room at all.
"Ah."
She became instantly alert and staggered to her feet from the ground. How did she end up here?
"Beep..."
