Tang Anzhi got off work on time, then drove her car out and stopped under the building next door to wait.
Her company was just separated from Liu Xiaoxiao's by a single street; they could be considered neighboring entities.
Seeing that her friend hadn't come out yet, she sent a message on WeChat.
"Where are you? Hurry down!"
No sooner had she put away her phone than she saw Liu Xiaoxiao rushing out in a flurry.
Then she opened the passenger door and hopped in.
Perhaps because she had run over, she was still panting when she sat down, "Sis... sisters, where are we headed?"
"Chinese, Western, or Japanese cuisine?" Tang Anzhi glanced at her and asked casually.
Then she pressed the accelerator and set the car in motion.
"Let's go for Western," Liu Xiaoxiao quickly suggested.
Right now, she needed gourmet food to fill her empty and wounded soul.
Without another word, Tang Anzhi turned the steering wheel sharply, immediately changing the direction of the car to head another way.
