Depressed

The girl's soft voice was like a sweet and sour candy. Song Jia's heart skipped a beat. He had originally planned to send Gao Bin home, but now, he only wanted to see Lu Zhen immediately.

"When are you going to sleep?" Song Jia asked.

"A while later."

"Okay, I'll be home soon. Twenty minutes tops."

Lu Zhen didn't understand why there was a hint of urgency in Song Jia's voice, but since Song Jia said so, she said softly, "Alright, I'll wait for you, but don't be in a hurry."

After hanging up, Song Jia said to the chauffeur, "Send me back first."

The chauffeur looked at Gao Bin in the backseat and said hesitantly, "Then, Mr. Gao…"

"Just open a room in a hotel and put him on the bed," Song Jia said casually, his tone as if he was arranging a cabbage.