Under her master's hesitant gaze, Qi Xi forced a smile. "It's my dad's car. I wanted to give him a surprise."
The driver didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he started talking about his own daughter. "You young people, you all like this kind of thing. My daughter, a few days ago, without so much as a word, suddenly came back from her boarding school, just saying it was to give me a surprise for my birthday..."
The other party was in high spirits, but Qi Xi had no desire to engage in conversation. Her eyes were fixed on Qi Ruiming's car, and her heart was a mess of confusion and panic. Trembling, she sent a message to Zhao Yiran, telling her that she had something to take care of and would be back a little later, asking her to go to the café and wait.