"What for?" Andy was also confused.
"The car keys," Ye Yang said, "my car is too flashy, lend me yours."
Reluctantly, Andy placed the keys into his hand, grabbing onto Ye Yang, "Promise me, don't get caught!"
He meant not to be caught by paparazzi.
Ye Yang said nothing, grabbed the keys and walked away. Song Jiaqi bowed politely to him and then left the room.
On the way, Song Jiaqi did not actively initiate any conversations, merely sitting quietly in the car.
Ye Yang did not wish to start a conversation either.
Both of them kept silent, making the atmosphere in the car eerily silent.
Sitting in the passenger's seat, Song Jiaqi fiddled with her fingers, her heart throbbing.
She felt breathless just sitting with Ye Yang in the same car, not to mention anything else.
And when she thought about the intimate relationship they had developed last night...
She couldn't keep herself from blushing.
Somehow, Song Jiaqi's attention was drawn to her own chest.
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