The atmosphere in the car transformed from the warm March sunshine to flying snow in winter in an instant.
Bai Chenyao, who was driving, slightly furrowed his thick black eyebrows, and glanced at Mu Tiantian in the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye, only able to see half of her side profile.
Even if he were to see her side profile or nothing at all, Bai Chenyao knew very well that Mu Tiantian's mood was very bad right now.
Looking back at what he said earlier, a hint of deep reflection flashed in Bai Chenyao's eyes, as if he understood why Mu Tiantian suddenly changed her face.
Mu Tiantian, feeling agitated and wronged, originally thought she would carry that feeling with her until she lay in bed tonight to sort it out.
Unexpectedly, her mood soured in less than three seconds, and Bai Chenyao's deep and gentle voice came to her ear.
