"Your phone number!" Ouyang Feng frowned at her dazed look, seemingly speechless: "Give me your phone number, and don't oversleep tomorrow. If you're late... you know the consequences!"
He was threatening her again!
Ling Fei was fed up.
She rapidly recited her phone number to him, and tagged on: "I won't be late, don't mess around!"
"Slam!"
The car window closed.
The business vehicle zoomed away once again.
Leaving behind a trail of smoke.
Ling Fei stomped her foot, finding Ouyang Feng's demeanor increasingly strange. She couldn't help but mutter: "Hmph, and he says he's nothing like Ouyang Feng!"
"Honk! Honk!"
After a few minutes of walking, another car stopped next to her.
Believing it was Ouyang Feng making a return, she turned around, only to discover that the car parked beside her was Song Tianmo's Maybach.
"Get in!"