Forcibly shoved her into the car, without waiting for her reaction, he was already in the carriage, closing the door.
By the time An Ziqing reacted, the car had already started.
An Ziqing sighed inwardly, glancing at the weather outside.
"Yongheng District," she said, giving an address.
It was a property of the Yongheng Consortium, so Ling Chuan naturally knew it.
The car was eerily quiet.
Ling Chuan was looking at the tablet in his hands, dealing with work matters.
An Ziqing sat beside him, not daring to make a sound.
The phone rang inside the car.
Ling Chuan glanced at his phone without picking it up, casually throwing it onto the seat.
An Ziqing took a look — it was Ling Chuan's fiancée, Li Xian.
Ling Chuan was still dealing with work.
After the phone stopped ringing, it rang again.
Since the phone was right next to her, she could easily see who was calling.
An Ziqing said, "It's Aunt Zhisu's call!"
Ling Chuan's finger paused on the tablet.
