The security guard then dialed Su Junhao's extension again; this time, it only rang twice before it was picked up.
Upon hearing the call connect, the security guard gave Yang Qian a look. Yang Qian's eyes lit up, and she smiled.
Su Junhao had just come out after taking a shower; his hair was still wet, dripping with water, and he was loosely wrapped in a bathrobe.
At that moment, he was holding a glass of red wine, standing on the balcony, sipping slowly. Hearing the landline ringing, he was a bit surprised. The landline in this house hadn't rung in a long time.
So, he walked over to answer it, and the respectful voice of the security guard came through, "Mr. Su, the young lady who was in your car earlier, should she come up to your place?"
Su Junhao was taken aback, thought for a while, and then remembered that he had indeed brought that woman back when he returned.
He didn't even know what he was thinking at the time, actually letting her into the car.
