So it wasn't Muxi, but Mu Xi... So...
Song Youman's fingertips, holding the business card, trembled slightly, and then, as if having understood something, she casually tossed the card into the thick gold chain's embrace and fiercely stepped on the accelerator, reversing back to the garage in one go.
With an urgent brake, Song Youman's car stopped just 0.01 millimeters away from the front desk.
Everyone in the garage was startled by Song Youman's aggressive manner, and before they could regain their senses, they heard the car door slam as Song Youman got out of the car.
A young girl who had played games with Song Youman the day before watched as Youman charged straight towards her and asked weakly, "Miss Song, what's... what's wrong?"
Song Youman didn't even glance at the girl, instead, she headed straight for the spiral staircase next to her and rushed up to the third floor.
