If Wang Caishan were Lin Tian's woman, Lin Tian would surely hold her in his mouth, fearing she might melt, and cradle her in his hands, fearing she might fall.
"You beast... Zihan, don't be afraid, I'm coming right over!"
Having said this, Lin Tian hurriedly ran to the next office to ask Yang Xueqing for the car keys.
"You haven't got your driver's license yet, don't get caught by the traffic police!" Yang Xueqing shouted.
"I know."
Lin Tian got into Yang Xueqing's Ferrari sports car, started the vehicle, and rapidly drove out of the factory gate, speeding towards Baihe Town.
Wang Zihan had sent her house number over, and Lin Tian glanced at it before committing it to memory.
While driving, Lin Tian called Zhao Xuehan.
"Sorry, Xuehan, something urgent has come up on my side, I can't be with you today," Lin Tian said quickly.