Standing outside the door, Wen Luo saw the interaction between the two people clearly.
She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Her forehead was covered with blue veins because of overexertion.
No, she couldn't let it happen.
Han Che belonged to her. Han Che could only belong to her.
Thinking of this, Wen Luo took out her phone and made a call. The phone rang several times and finally was connected.
"Wen Luo, call me at this time. Did you screw it up?"
It was Song Xinyue.
Song Xinyue's attitude didn't bother Wen Luo at all. After all, she had something more important to say now.
"Song Xinyue, you hate Song Yao as much as I do. Now we are on the same side. Is it meaningful to say something like that?"
After a moment's silence, Song Xinyue squinted her eyes and asked, "We can't talk about this kind of thing on the phone. I'll send the coffee address to your phone!"
About a quarter of an hour later, Wen Luo arrived at the cafe where Song Xinyue was.