After the meal, the group of people left quickly.
Chen Lan wasn't around, so Song Qingyou could only hitch a ride back to the hotel.
Director Luo's car was big enough. She had wanted to go back with Director Luo and the others, but as soon as she walked over, the last seat was snatched by someone else.
Song Qingyou had no choice but to get into Yu Muhuai's car.
The two of them came out relatively late. When they got into the car, the others had already gone far away.
Song Qingyou rolled down the window and looked back.
"What's wrong?" Yu Muhuai also turned his head.
"It seems like someone is secretly taking photos of us."
Song Qingyou's senses were sharper than the average person's, so she shouldn't be wrong in this situation.
"Director Luo and the others have already left. If they take a photo of us at this time, it must be a photo of us alone. I'll get out of the car to take a look."