Seeing that Song Yao had been worried these days, Han Che felt sorry for her.
"Forget it. Let's put it aside. We'll deal with it sooner or later!"
Said Han Che, parking the car on the side of the road.
Song Yao didn't know what Han Che was going to do. Han Che opened the door and said, "Get off the car. I'll take you to a good place!"
Song Yao was confused, but she still followed Han Che subconsciously.
Song Yao still remembered this place.
Before she went abroad, Song Yao often came here to have a midnight snack secretly.
All kinds of spicy barbecue crayfish were available in the night market.
But at that time, Han Che didn't like eating and also hated the smell. In order not to let Han Che notice, Song Yao always came out carefully. After eating it, she had to tidy it up for a few hours.
"You... Why did you bring me here?" When she saw the night market stalls in front of her, she stood still and didn't know what to do.