However, after she finished speaking, Zhuo Dabao didn't say a word, and inexplicably, Mingzhu felt the temperature in the car drop several degrees instantly.
She couldn't help but turn her head to steal a glance at him. His face showed no excess expression.
Still, she could clearly feel his displeasure.
She pursed her lips slightly; if he's angry, he's angry, she wouldn't bother with him.
She'd rather piss him off to death; who asked him to be so vile.
Neither of them spoke, and Mingzhu turned her head away, staring continuously out the car window.
Zhuo Yifan focused on driving, ignoring the girl.
The atmosphere in the car was indescribably awkward.
Suddenly, there was a sharp brake, and the screeching sound of tires filled her ears.
Mingzhu's body was flung forward abruptly, then pulled back by the seatbelt.
She was so scared her face turned pale, "What's wrong?"
Zhuo Yifan unbuckled his seatbelt and glanced at her, "Stay in the car, I'll go take a look."
