Wen Meimei suddenly looked up, her bright eyes shrouded in a dead calm like still water.
"I just like to degrade myself. You see clearly now, don't you? Give me back my phone, or I will haunt you every day, relentlessly, until you can't stand it anymore."
"Get lost." Qiao Chengxun gave a low shout and turned to get into the car.
Seeing this, Wen Meimei immediately ran in front of the car and spread her arms to block it.
Xiaoming appeared somewhat troubled, "Boss... Miss Wen..."
Having just heard the conversation between the two, Xiaoming no longer dared to call her "the boss's wife" and quickly corrected himself to Miss Wen.
Qiao Chengxun said in a deep voice, "Drive through her."
"What?" Xiaoming was stunned.
Boss, please be gentle...
"Don't make me repeat it a third time."
"Yes!"
Xiaoming had no choice but to brace himself, step on the gas, close his eyes, and try to drive forward, but his body did not obey.
"Boss, I can't..."
