Hong Gu, who was following behind, rolled her eyes in silence at the sight.
It seemed the young lady of her household was jealous of someone else.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be speaking in such a manner.
The perfunctory look on Zhao Tiezhu’s face vanished, and he said in a deep voice:
"Young Lady, this is my private matter. Why must you pry so much?"
Although he could detect a certain different sentiment in her tone, he absolutely did not want to provoke her. His most pragmatic thought right now was that the further away he stayed, the better; he had no desire for further entanglements.
Han Piaoxue shot him a glare. Not giving her any face? The less he said, the more annoyed she felt, and the more she couldn't get him out of her mind. She strode toward the Rolls-Royce and climbed inside. Lowering the window, she said:
"I’m going back for two or three months, but I will definitely return to Hongcheng before the new year. When I do, you, as the supplier, must treat me to a meal!"
Chapter 742