Having finished speaking, Yang Chen quickly opened the door and left.
Ran Xiaojing was stunned for a moment, then angrily slammed the door open, muttering, "Are there still righteous men like this? Really? Why do I find it hard to believe? What man doesn't stray? Isn't sleeping with a girlfriend's best friend every man's dream? What a weirdo, not normal at all."
Twenty minutes later, Ran Xiaojing, dressed in a low-cut, body-hugging short skirt, got into Yang Chen's car.
"Did Yiren call you? She said we should go ahead, they're not ready over there yet," Ran Xiaojing said.
Yang Chen nodded, saying, "She called me, I'll take you there first, and then I'll pick her up later."
Ran Xiaojing: "Alright! Thanks for the trouble."
Yang Chen didn't speak, focusing on driving.
"Yiren's boyfriend, are you usually busy driving? How's the income?" Ran Xiaojing asked.
