Han Qingshang stood up and picked up his windbreaker before he gestured for Jiang Yingyue to follow him. Picking up the two bags filled with food, Jiang Yingyue hurriedly followed behind him.
She was somewhat apprehensive about going to see Han Qingshan's father at the office, but she understood that it was just a stop on the way towards the horse paddock.
They reached the basement parking lot, and the car was delivered right next to them. Han Qingshan stepped inside, quickly followed by Jiang Yingyue.
The car drove out of the basement and into the busy streets. The car was extremely conspicuous; its sleek design looked extravagant while driving on the roads surrounded by all the other cars.
At first, Jiang Yingyue had felt uncomfortable sitting in this car, but now things have changed. She was pretty used to the luxurious leather seats, and the wooden instrument board. One could only say that she was adapting quite quickly to the situation.
