A moment later, the relatives downstairs from the restaurant had scattered like clouds in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, no one was left.
Only that lone Lorinsser Gulfstream remained parked where it was.
"Your mom... your mom left in your third sister's car?" Zhou Xiaona looked at Song Wenbo beside her, her throat a little dry.
"Yeah." Song Wenbo did not turn around. He stared at the now-empty space, while the scene from just moments ago kept replaying over and over in his mind.
Words like stunned or dumbfounded were nowhere near enough to describe how he truly felt.
His face burned, his throat tightened, and his heart was filled with a tangled mess of emotions.
"Xiaona." Zhou Wencheng suddenly walked over.
"Brother Wencheng." Zhou Xiaona froze, mumbling a greeting before remembering that there was still such an important guest here.
At that moment, Zhou Wencheng's expression was exceedingly complicated.
"Tell me, why did you come here to make a fool of me when your family has relatives like that?"
"It's not..." Zhou Xiaona hurriedly tried to explain.
"Enough. Let's leave it at that." Zhou Wencheng waved a hand, turned without a second thought, got into his car, and drove off in a huff.
That left only Zhou Xiaona and Song Wenbo standing there.
"I told you long ago... we shouldn't have treated my third sister's husband like that. Look where it's gotten us now." Song Wenbo finally came to his senses, his face full of regret.
"You're still talking!" Zhou Xiaona instinctively flared up again. "Who was I thinking of back then? Wasn't it for this restaurant? For this family?"
Song Wenbo craned his neck, about to retort stubbornly, when realization suddenly struck him.
He and Zhou Xiaona were a unit.
His third sister's family was