The car steadily drove towards the headquarters of the Zhuo Group, and Su Ningyan placed the food box on her lap, holding it tightly.
The dishes were just cooked and then immediately put into the food box.
She knew this man was very picky with food, so she hoped he could eat it as soon as possible. The timing of the cooking had been precisely calculated by the kitchen at home.
As the car drove halfway, Su Ningyan suddenly noticed some commotion on the street ahead, and her attention was inevitably drawn.
Suddenly, she squinted slightly and immediately rolled down the car window.
Isn't that Su Chengxuan? And the woman running wildly ahead like a lunatic—isn't that Zhang Juan?
Watching Zhang Juan run around like a madwoman while Su Chengxuan chased outside.
She looked at the many cars on the road and couldn't help but feel her heart tighten.
Just as Su Ningyan was feeling anxious, a piercing screech of brakes sounded.
