Zhao Yaqian playfully blinked, her tone filled with eager excitement: "It's fine, my Mercedes G-Class has plenty of space. Let's call Brother Song down, and we can chat in the car."
"This... doesn't seem appropriate, does it?"
"Oh, what's wrong with it? Aren't you going to report work to Brother Song?"
"Uh... yes..."
"Then it's settled! Let's go!"
The beautician, decisive as always, jumped off the bed without saying a word, pulled the still hesitant Xue, quickly dressed, and sneaked downstairs.
The black Mercedes G63 cruised steadily in the night.
Having had her driver's license for more than half a year, the beautician's driving skills were already quite proficient, and she handled the large vehicle with ease.
The two best friends exchanged glances from time to time and whispered secrets, with faces full of both nervousness and excitement.
Soon, the car arrived at Yunding Mansion.
