It was just such a coincidence that Shen Jue heard a familiar cellphone ringtone coming from outside the car window.
He turned his head to look out the window and saw Rong Qingqing being hugged by the boy he had seen at the airport, being stuffed into a taxi.
The boy was holding Rong Qingqing's cellphone. Upon hearing the ringtone, he looked down at it, pressed a button, and the next second, Shen Jue heard the phone prompt that the device was now turned off.
Rong Qingqing seemed drunk, half of her body leaning against the boy, her bag hanging off his wrist.
Shen Jue's face immediately darkened.
"Lin Bufan, get out of the car and bring Rong Qingqing over." Shen Jue directly ordered the driver to stop.
If it weren't for his mobility issues, he would have already rushed out to bring Rong Qingqing over himself.
Lin Bufan had also noticed the situation over there, and as soon as Shen Jue spoke, he darted out without a moment's delay.
