After driving the car out of Song Yao's sight, Ye Cheng drive as fast as he could.
He didn't know where he had arrived. He stopped.
Ye Cheng buried himself in the steering wheel and smashed his hands on the seat.
"Why?"
"In the past five years, I have been more attentive than anyone else and treated her better than anyone else. Why can't she forget Han Che?"
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Just as Ye Cheng was shouting hysterically, a honk came from behind.
But the next second, a black car stopped beside him. When the window was opened, the woman greeted Ye Cheng.
"Ye Cheng, what's the point of making things difficult for yourself now? Song Yao can't hear you. If you have the ability, just stand in front of her and tell her these words by yourself!"
Hearing the voice, Ye Cheng turned around and found that it was Song Xinyue.
"Why... Why are you here with me?"
Ye Cheng didn't notice that Song Xinyue had been following him all the way.