"I had no choice but to come pick you up since you didn't come to get me."
"I still haven't packed up my things." She could delay it for another day.
Jiang Xiaolin's right hand was in a cast, hanging around his neck. He instructed the driver behind him, "Head to Fuxing Peninsula first."
Tang Xiang: "..."
There was no escape now; she'd have to go to his place and slave away for him.
"Mr. Tang."
There were always acquaintances at the company entrance. Two young ladies approached, one from the reception and the other from foreign trade. The receptionist, an enthusiastic and naive girl, asked with wide curious eyes as she passed by, "Who is this?"
Tang Xiang thought for a moment, "My creditor."
Hearing this, the receptionist immediately asked with eagerness, "Mr. Tang, do you need me to call the police for you?"
"..."
Her heart was in the right place, just not very bright.
The lady from foreign trade couldn't stand it anymore, "Goodbye, Mr. Tang." She dragged the other away.
