Even though Duan Sishu was unwilling, in the end, she could only sit in the car, watching Duan Qirui's figure getting farther away, screaming nonstop in the car out of anger.
Duan Qirui waited until the car drove away, then walked toward the hotel. As he walked, he took off the gloves on his hands, and as he passed by the trash can in the hotel lobby, he casually threw the white gloves in.
He walked back to the private room, opened the door and came in, saying to Duan Qianyang, "She's sent off."
"Hmm." Duan Qianyang nodded, then lied with a straight face to the Ruan Family, "Sishu had some business and left first; come, let's continue, don't mind her."
"..." Jiaojiao.
Without Duan Sishu, the atmosphere in the private room indeed became harmonious again.
