Quercia drove the car and Tristan sat on the passenger seat excitedly.
The car drove out of Villa No. 3.
When passing Villa No. 4, Quercia stepped on the brakes and looked at Tristan who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Should you get off first?"
Tristan let out a wry smile, "It's only the little girls who hold grudges. Ms. Spark shouldn't be that kind of person, right?"
Quercia snorted coldly, "Every woman is like this. Get out and be with other women."
"I won't." Tristan locked the car door, "Hurry up and drive. I want to go home."
Quercia stared at Tristan, "Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Get out!"
"I won't!" Tristan appeared to be innocent.
"Well, don't blame me if you are hated for not spending time with your girls." Quercia stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away.
Tristan sat on the passenger seat, looking at the scenes passing by, "Didn't you have dinner tonight?"