Zhao Ying arrived at 8 o'clock in the evening.
Chen Yan had been schmoozing with the other second-gens for nearly an hour. Escaping with Zhao Ying took almost another hour.
So, when Chen Yan arrived at the Fenghua Building, it was already past 10 p.m.
Parking the car in the underground garage, Chen Yan opened the door and pulled Zhao Ying out of the car.
Having been dragged out of the banquet by Chen Yan and stuffed into the car, Zhao Ying always looked confused.
She looked at Chen Yan, curiosity filling her eyes that were gradually regaining their luster, "Chen Yan, what are you bringing me here for?"
Chen Yan tilted his head to look at her, "To smash tables, of course."
The evening gown seemed to "bestow" intelligence upon Zhao Ying, and it appeared to seal away the Brother Ying who was once intuitively sharp and feared neither heaven nor earth. She hesitated for a moment, "Really smash them?"
Chen Yan nodded, "Of course. Chen Yan always keeps his word."
