Zheng Yunhao, without another word, went straight to Zhou Hang's car and dragged Bai Yiran out.
Bai Yiran frowned, "Zheng Yunhao, let go!"
Zheng Yunhao spoke up, "I'll take you home. I don't want anyone else to."
"Are you sick? Do I need your permission for whose car I ride home? So what if I let Zhou Hang drive me?"
At that moment, Zhou Hang also got out of the car, "Let go."
Zheng Yunhao stared hard at Bai Yiran, "Bai Bai, are you really going with him?"
Bai Yiran's response was resolute, "Yes. Zheng Yunhao, we've already split up, let's part on good terms. Don't make me hate you."
Having said this, Bai Yiran pulled back her hand and got straight into Zhou Hang's car.
Zhou Hang glanced at Bai Yiran and returned to the driver's seat.
The car had already driven away, but Zheng Yunhao was still standing there, stunned.
The driver stood behind him and after hesitating for a moment, called out, "Young master."
