You are such a bore, sweetheart!
Su Yanruo walked outside the mansion with the small black bag strapped on her shoulder, and she entered the garage where all of the cars were kept. She recalled that along with the photo, there was no information mentioned about Qin Juran but one thing was specified that she would frequently visit a bar. It was a six-hour journey to that bar, and she had decided to drive there and confront her.
Just when she had entered the garage, she heard a familiar voice calling her. "Sweetheart, wait for me….."
"Don't call me that," she snapped.
"Okay, sweetheart." Rong Yixuan smiled not taking her harsh tone into his heart. His eyes lit up when they fell on the several beautiful and stunning vintage cars kept in the garage and he whistled in awe. Since he was a child, he loved to collect cars and go out in them to race. He loved the excitement and thrill of driving those amazing cars. One could say that collecting cars was one of his hobbies.