He watched as Wen Ran's figure completely disappeared and got into the car, frowning.
Jiang Wan Ning saw Wen Ran leave in a huff, and Fu Chenlie got into the car as if nothing happened, a satisfied curve forming at the corner of his lips.
Want to fight her? Still too green!
His smug thoughts were short-lived as the man's warning voice sounded coldly: "Wan Ning, I'm already married. Even if I agreed to give you a ride, you shouldn't be sitting boldly in the front passenger seat. My wife was just here; what are you making her think?"
Jiang Wan Ning's expression slightly changed.
In the next second, she appeared as if she had made a mistake, hurriedly apologizing: "I'm sorry, Ah Lie, I didn't mean to. It's just that I've always sat in the front passenger seat whenever you start driving, even when you picked me up from the airport last time. So I instinctively sat there out of habit earlier. I didn't realize Ms. Wen was also here; I should have given up the seat for her."