Qiao Luoluo went into the back seat of her car and threw her handbag on the seat impatiently. The driver was frightened and his palm was trembling slightly. But he only dared to observe through the rear-view mirror.

Qiao Luoluo took a few deep breaths.

She couldn't understand why Zhang Han was so domineering even in front of the public.

She felt like she had just shot herself in the foot.

Behind her sat Mr. Sheng, in front of her was ...