Qiao Jiming's face turned ugly the moment he saw Guan Weizhi.
He grasped Qiao Suisui's wrist tightly, not saying a word, but tightened his grip inconspicuously.
Suisui took one last look at Qiao Jiming and said, "I must go now."
After speaking, she broke free from Qiao Jiming's hand and got into Guan Weizhi's car.
The Bentley safely moved onto the main road, with Suisui sitting in the passenger seat. From the rearview mirror, she saw a young man standing by the roadside, motionless, his expression indiscernible.
Guan Weizhi's gaze first shifted to the rearview mirror, then moved to Suisui's face, pausing for a few seconds before looking forward again.
"I was surprised when I received your message."
Regaining her composure, Suisui replied, "It's indeed too late, I didn't think you would actually come."
"It's not that I'm surprised about."
The man looked ahead, his hands on the steering wheel, and said calmly, "I'm surprised that you finally decided to contact me."