Tan Jian shot the driver a strange look, turning to the girl beside him. "Tangtang," he said. "You've been here before?"
However, Yao Tang, didn't appear to care about all the attention she was being given. She just continued to swipe on her phone screen. "Yeah, I've been here before."
Chauffeur Wang noticed that President Tan was also looking over. His heart throbbed in his chest. "Miss Yao, you wanted to get off the car just now, right?" he asked cautiously. "Can you tell me why? Do you need my help?"
Yao Tang shrugged.
This time, she didn't answer.
After a few seconds of calming everyone else down, Chauffeur Wang returned to his seat. Despite the bright smile on his face, his gaze was still boring at Yao Tang's bowed head. Fear flashed in his eyes.
What was he going to do now?
Tan Jian took out a bandaid and applied it on his father's forehead.
