Wei Wucai Really Did Not Need to Be More Courteous?
Editor: Atlas Studios
Yan Zhiqing was speechless.
These reasons were enough.
"Fine." Her car was big enough anyway, so it was not a problem to bring Wei Wucai along.
Besides, it would be pretty lonely for Wei Wucai to drive alone.
Thus, Wei Wucai got in the car with Yan Zhiqing.
When Yan Zhiqing attended events usually, she used a business car.
However, if she was going to act, she would use this type of small RV.
Inside, there was a bed for sleeping, a dining table, and a small kitchen in which simple food could be made.
If the conditions allowed it, they could even take a quick shower.
Fang Qiaohan took out the breakfast.
The breakfast prepared by the hotel was simple. There were cartons of milk, bread, and salad.
Surprised, Yan Zhiqing said, "Didn't think that the hotel would prepare a salad."
Wei Wucai did not expect that she would seem satisfied so easily.
He could not help but look down and smile too.