Fang Mengzhu kept reminding herself deep down:
"It's just a few touches on the thigh, no big deal, just like a dog brushing against me. After all, there's no real loss, and I've indeed brought trouble for Su Xin. As long as he doesn't overstep, I'll endure him for now."
She held the steering wheel with her left hand and picked up her phone with her right, dialing and placing it on her ear.
Soon, the call connected.
"Surong, I'll drop Su Xin home first. You guys go to the KTV and wait for me, I'll be there soon."
In the yellow sports car ahead.
Jiang Surong placed her phone on the dashboard and turned on the speakerphone. Sitting next to her, Shan Shidong also heard this sentence, and his fists involuntarily clenched as he gritted his teeth in anger.
Jiang Surong glanced at him and shrugged helplessly, then said, "Alright, we'll head there first. Don't take too long."
After the call ended, Jiang Surong said helplessly:
