Bao Cheng sat in the slightly swaying vehicle. About half an hour later, he got out of the car, leisurely buttoning up his shirt. With a satisfied smile, he reached inside the vehicle, and the next second, Jiang Keke was in his arms.
Jiang Keke's slender wrists tightly clasped around Bao Cheng's neck. She wore the man's jacket over her upper body, her once fair face now flushed with red.
Bao Cheng's steps were unsteady, and he said something that made Jiang Keke giggle repeatedly. Soon, he carried her to the nearest elevator, moving quickly. As the elevator door closed slowly, their figures disappeared from a certain someone's sight.
In the corner, the cigarette in the man's fingers burned to the end. When it touched his skin, his face showed no expression. He lowered his gaze, looking at the bright red on his fingertips. As the burning sensation struck, his mind gradually cleared.
If he hadn't seen wrong, that young lady was An Yin's friend!
