"Third Young Master? Third Young Master?"
Sang Ran tugged at the arm of the man beside her.
Gong Chen came back to his senses, his expression indifferent, "What's the matter?"
Sang Ran's face stiffened for a moment, then she smiled and said, "We're heading back now."
"You and President Wen head back first; I'm going to the company," Gong Chen withdrew his hand and swept a cold glance over Wen Qing.
Wen Qing felt a chill down her spine. She had wanted to urge Sang Ran to follow Gong Chen, but under his gaze, she could only fake a calm smile.
"Xiao Ran, I'll accompany you back. Let's not delay the Third Young Master's work."
"Alright."
Sang Ran nodded and got into the car with Wen Qing.
After they left, Chen Jin parked the car in front of Gong Chen and opened the door for him.
Gong Chen, pressing down on his suit jacket, said in a low voice before getting in the car, "You personally follow Lin Zhiyi."