As he watched her movements, a smile flashed across Huangfu Jue's eyes.
The car stopped by the elevator, and the patrolling crowd had already noticed the vehicle. The security captain, Zhou Dacheng, immediately jogged over and took the initiative to open the door for Huangfu Jue.
Reaching out his hand, Huangfu Jue snatched the magazine from her grasp and tossed it aside, then stretched out his legs, preparing to lift her out of the car.
Damn bastard!
Cursing inwardly, she came up with a quick-witted plan. Gan Yuan lifted her arms, encircling his neck, and buried her face in the bend of his arm.
Unexpected!
"Where is Gan Yuan's wheelchair?" Huangfu Jue asked in a deep voice.
Initially, as she was holding onto Huangfu Jue, with her face buried in his clothes, the few people did not recognize her. Upon hearing this, Zhou Dacheng and several security guards immediately turned their gaze upon her.