"Mr. Tang, why aren't you getting in the car yet?"
Qin Shuyi was Tang Jingyao's female companion, and at this moment, she stood alone in front of an electric screen vehicle, daring only to wait, not to urge.
"He's waiting for someone," Tang Jingyao glanced at the steel watch on his wrist, "Almost there."
Tang Jingyao's words gave Ye Yan a sudden sense of crisis, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
It wasn't until Fu Xingzhou came over and scooped her into his arms that she realized, "Running around with a twisted ankle, you made it worse."
Qin Shuyi watched with wide eyes as Fu Xingzhou carried Ye Yan into the car, fearing her injured ankle might get squeezed, he held her tightly in his arms without letting go.
She had seen too much pretense in this circle.
Had seen Fu Xingzhou before, but this was the first time she saw him being so tender and caring toward a woman, hurting for her to his bones.