In the car.
Qiao Yin was glaring angrily at the man next to her. "What are you doing? I'm not going with you. Let me out of the car. I drove here, and I intend to drive back!"
Lu Lingche nonchalantly said, "I'll have Yu Fei drive you home later. It won't interfere with your plans for tomorrow."
"I don't need it!"
Right after Qiao Yin said this, she tried to open the car door to get out.
Lu Lingche gripped her wrist tightly, and whispered, "Don't go."
Qiao Yin, with furrowed brows, glared at him. "Isn't it your wedding day today, President Lu? Why are you here with me, your ex-wife, instead of spending the night with your new bride?"
Lu Lingche tightened his grip on her hand. "Why are you with that man in the middle of the night? He has no money. I've told you this!"
Qiao Yin was so upset by him that her chest hurt. "This is none of your business! I have no obligation to explain my life to you!"