Disgraceful.
He glanced at the time—it was almost half-past eight, and that damn woman still hadn't shown up?!
Mo Beiyan tapped his forefinger idly on the steering wheel. Had she gone off to flirt with that guy named Lu again after just a few days apart?!
After another ten minutes, he finally saw a figure leisurely walking towards the entrance with a bag on their back.
The man's eyes lit up, and he drove the sports car over, "Mo Hantong!"
Moo Huantong was startled, and when she turned around, the car's front was right in front of her, nearly hitting her. Mo Beiyan took off his sunglasses and tilted his chin towards her, "Get in the car."
People all around turned to look in unison.
Moo Huantong was very uncomfortable with this feeling of being watched. He was obviously making enemies for her. She turned to leave, "Sorry, I have class."
