Just as Zhuang Su was about to walk over and confirm who was in the car,
Zhan Feng drove his black Cayenne and blocked her in front, "Shushu, get in the car."
Zhuang Su had no choice but to let it go and told herself not to overthink it.
Zhuang Su got into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.
The car slowly drove off, and Zhuang Su didn't pay much attention.
In fact, even if the person in the car was Su Chengxuan, it didn't mean anything.
This restaurant wasn't owned by her family, and he occupying that spot wasn't hers.
So, everyone has the right to come here to eat.
Zhuang Su rubbed her temples. If it were any ordinary day, she probably would be preparing English materials for Su Chengxuan at this moment.
On weekends, she used to look forward to them coming around.
Now, she felt weekends were too leisurely, with too much free time; she didn't want to have so much spare time.
