Song Yuqiao was originally lowering her head to look at her fingers, until a shadow came down in front of her, and she suddenly straightened up.

  Pei Su Chen barely stopped in front of Song Yu Qiao, opened the car door directly and threw out two words: "Get in."

  Song Yuqiao got into the passenger seat and asked: "Director Pei, where are we going?"

  Pei Si Cheng didn't say a word, suddenly leaning in close to Song Yu Qiao. She held her breath for a moment, turning sideways, and was pressed against the shoulder by Pei Si Cheng. His long arm stretched out and fastened her seatbelt, "The road checks are strict, so put it on."

  "Uh..." In such a cramped space, at such close range, Song Yuqiao felt very uncomfortable, his tongue was a bit knotted, "Mm, okay, I'll do it myself."

  With a soft click, the seatbelt was fastened. Pei Si Cheng's profile brushed against Song Yu Qiao's chest, and her face suddenly turned red. However, looking at Pei Si Cheng, it seemed like it was just an accidental touch while fastening the seatbelt. Her expression unchanged, she turned to look at the windshield and calmly stepped on the accelerator.

  To ease the awkward atmosphere, Song Yuqiao asked another question: "Where are we going?"

  "Go see the house," said Pei Si Cheng.

  Song Yuqiao thought that Pei Si's "looking at the house" meant going to the east of the city to see the latest construction progress, so she didn't say anything more and quietly sat in the passenger seat, her eyes looking out the window.

  Before long, Song Yuqiao's phone rang, she took a glance at the screen, as expected, it was Hua Zhen.

  She reflexively glanced at Peisong beside her before pressing the answer button.

  The phone was very noisy and there were some huge machine noises. Huazhen mumbled a sentence, but Song Yuqiao didn't hear clearly.

  "Chinese kite?"

  "Oh, yeah, Qiao! I'm at the magazine office right now! Send me the photos ASAP! We'll try to get it on the front page tomorrow!"

  Hua Yun's voice suddenly rose, almost shouting, and Song Yuqiao moved the phone two centimeters away from her ear, but she could still hear it.

  "What's the hurry?" Song Yuqiao asked.

  "Of course! Hurry up, I'm laying out the typesetting!"

  Song Yuqiao hadn't had time to speak when the phone on that end hung up, she suddenly felt a bit awkward, feeling like there was a huge mountain sitting next to her, and under her butt were definitely all needles.

  Pei Su stopped the car at a temporary parking spot by the side of the road and stretched out his hand to Song Yuqiao: "Hand it over, let me take a look."

  The person in front is the one involved, Song Yuqiao took a sneak shot, so he handed his phone to Pei Si Cheng. At worst, when Hua Zhuan asks about it later, he'll just tell the truth. Anyway, Song Yuqiao has recently been assigned to take over from the Pei family.

  Pei Sicheng flipped through several photos in sequence, accidentally flipping one more, which was a selfie of Song Yuqiao. He then accidentally flipped another one, which was a backlit photo of Song Yuqiao. Further on, there was a photo of Song Yuqiao leaning forward by the window, possibly taken by someone else.

  Song Yuqiao saw Pei Si Cheng's hand pointing and moving, and couldn't help but remind him: "There are only five in front."

  Paisley said: "I know."

  Song Yuqiao looked at Pei Si Cheng, who was holding her phone and his own phone, fiddling with them for a while before tossing hers back to her. She took a look and found that the five photos she had secretly taken of Hua Zhen had all been deleted.

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  Pei Si Cheng raised an eyebrow: "Do you have a problem?"

  Song Yuqiao pursed her lips, "No."

  This is good, how can she explain it to Hua Zhuan?

  However, during the subsequent car journey, Song Yuqiao did not receive Huazhen's phone call urging him to take photos.

  Finally, the car passed over the overpass and stopped outside a dark alley. The street had only two lanterns hanging on the wall, with a yellowish light.

  Song Yuqiao hesitated for a moment in the car before following Pei Si Cheng out of the vehicle.

  The street corner was a bit dark, but as I walked inside, I could see neon lights flashing, and on the signboard was written in cursive English "Beloved".

  Pei Si pushed open the door and inside came extremely explosive DJ sounds, Song Yuqiao also saw a dazzling dance floor inside.