"Tang Song, you sit here. Brother Han, you can enter the back seat from the driver's side. The space is a bit small, please bear with it."
"It's okay, it's okay." Han Xiaoyang quickly waved his hand and said, "I'm pretty slim, it's not an issue. Pingping, we'll head off first. The rain is heavy on the way, drive carefully. Bye-bye."
"Bye-bye." Li Ping absentmindedly responded in a low voice.
Next, Tang Song was seen sitting in the front passenger seat of the Porsche. Lin Muxue gently closed the car door, acting very attentively, almost like a secretary or an assistant.
Witnessing this scene, Li Ping's expression was extremely complex.
She tried hard to recall Tang Song's behavior since they met.
The most prominent impression was definitely his outstanding physique and appearance. Besides that, there seemed to be nothing particularly special.
The engine roared as the Porsche 911 slowly drove away.
