But he dared not disobey orders.

Jing Min turned and glanced at him, her expression unfriendly:

Why didn't you drive the other car?

"Something so familiar and conspicuous would naturally be noticed, wouldn't it?"

Li Yan stared intently at the road ahead, muttering his explanation under his breath:

"You didn't give any special instructions, and you just happened to catch up with Madam's car at the last minute..."

Actually, Jingmin really didn't intend to come along this morning.

But seeing that she had dressed up specially for today, after thinking it over, she was still worried, so she asked Li Yan to turn around and follow her.

Jing Min snorted coldly and leaned back in his seat.

But her mind was still on Yang Jinchu and that bouquet of white camellias.

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I get.

He muttered under his breath, his face full of disdain:

"White camellia? Don't you know she prefers white roses? Humph, you don't even know her preferences, just trying to be sophisticated and poetic... Sending flowers? You're such a know-it-all."

It's not like he's never given flowers before.

Feeling the oppressive atmosphere in the back seat, Li Yan asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Jing, shall we go to the company?"

Jing Min closed his eyes, his brows furrowed, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"I'm not going!"

"Let's go to the Huanhai Club!"

When people want comfort, they subconsciously compare themselves to those who are worse off than themselves, so that they can feel that their own situation is not so bad.

In Jingmin's eyes, Li Yan is a suitable "reference".

I heard that Li Yan's girlfriend is determined not to see him again, even if it means death.

Just thinking about it makes me feel extremely miserable.

Compared to this, Jingmin felt a strange sense of comfort, at least his wife was still by his side and hadn't resolutely left.