There were too many people looking at her, so the tears that welled up in her sore and astringent eyes were forcibly held back from falling.
But the moment the restaurant door opened and the bone-chilling cold wind blew in, those tears seemed to dry up.
She couldn't shed them even if she wanted to.
An Ke had just received the man's call and saw the woman emerge from the restaurant's revolving door.
"Send her home, and have the kitchen prepare lunch for her."
"Understood, Mr. Mo."
After hanging up the phone, An Ke hurriedly opened her car door and got out, "Miss Chi."
In such a short time, it was impossible to have finished eating.
It was clear that they had argued.
"Let's go."
An Ke didn't ask where to go and quickly opened the car door for her.
Chi Huan bent down to get into the car.
After the car door closed, she turned to look towards the restaurant's entrance, but saw only people entering, no one coming out.