Yang Xue had a cigarette dangling from her mouth, her long, beautiful hair disheveled in the wind, lacking any of her usual lively charm, looking quite embarrassed.
At this moment, she was standing beside the escort vehicle, blowing smoke rings from her mouth and continuously kicking at the rear tire, cursing as if she had a deep enmity with the vehicle, needing to vent in this manner to alleviate her anger.
Old Zhao was still in place, chattering about his gratitude, unaware that his "noisy" actions were already causing Huang Yong to feel irritated.
Huang Yong's eyes were vacant, staring at Old Zhao with a frown, unable to fathom how a man in his forties could be as annoying as a young girl.
Suddenly, he found himself missing Xu Renjie, who always wore a poker face. Although Xu's constant sternness annoyed him, he preferred dealing with that expressionless block over the "fly" in front of him.
