Lin Qian didn't linger in the banquet hall and ran straight out of the hotel.
Chu Yelin hurriedly bid farewell to Dongfang Ming and his son, then drove off to catch up with Lin Qian.
He pulled Lin Qian into the car and, seeing her disgruntled expression, silently curled his lips.
Mad?
But he was quite satisfied with her performance today.
Thinking of this, he bent down slightly and took a brand new phone out of the car pocket, handing it to Lin Qian.
"You'll have to report to the head office tomorrow, take this. Remember, don't contact irrelevant people, stay away from other men except me."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qian glanced at him, looked at the bruise on his mouth, and snatched the phone with a cynical smile, "Chu Yelin, does doing this really amuse you?"
Got beaten up?
Serves you right!
"I find it very interesting."
Chu Yelin nodded and started the car.
"Pervert!"
Lin Qian cursed and stopped paying attention to him, turning her head to look at the scenery outside.