Qin Ran pushed open the door, got out, and walked toward the rear of the vehicle.
However, after taking just two steps, Qin Ran circled back and picked up the bag containing two boxes of pastries from the seat.
"They're just two boxes of pastries."
Aike De looked at his partner with a bitter smile.
"My pastries."
Qin Ran said seriously.
"Right, right."
"They're yours."
Aike De spread his hands, the bitter smile on his face deepening.
Although the pastries had come from Cold House, they really were just two boxes of pastries. Aike De did not understand why his partner cared so much about them.
Qin Ran, on the other hand, would not tell him that it was precisely because of that carelessness that he had turned back to take the two boxes with him.
He did not want anything to happen to his two boxes of pastries.
Carrying the two boxes, Qin Ran stood behind the vehicle.
The car carrying the bodyguards and makeup artist soon stopped behind the van. After gesturing to the people inside that everything was fine, Qin Ran waited quietly.
The wait was short. Only a few seconds later, a car entered Qin Ran's field of vision.
Although the driver had put on makeup, Qin Ran recognized her at a glance: Mei Huasheng.
She had clearly seen Qin Ran waiting there as well. She slowed down and stopped behind the second vehicle.
Without waiting for her to get out, Qin Ran walked over, opened the rear door, and got in.
Looking at Mei Huasheng in the driver's seat, Qin Ran said nothing, but his gaze already carried a faint guess: she had come under orders.
Such a guess was not difficult to make. Based on the previous developments, Mei Huasheng should have been handling