Rong Mochen lightly pressed his lips together, but did not continue to ask further, and drove towards the direction of the old town.
The car was heading to the old town, and Tang Yige was so nervous that her face was taut and pale.
Her hands were tightly gripping her thighs, unconsciously pinching them.
Si Nan's heart ached, he reached out to hold Tang Yige's pinching hand and put it on his own leg, hoarsely saying, "Pinch me instead."
"…" Tang Yige's eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked at him, then withdrew her hand, placing it back on her own leg.
But she didn't pinch herself anymore.
Si Nan's clear eyes darkened slightly, he looked bitterly at Tang Yige's profile.
Tang Yige sensed his gaze but had no spare attention to address him now.
Thus, Rong Mochen under Si Nan's guidance, stopped the car in front of the large gate of the courtyard, and Tang Yige didn't glance at Si Nan even once.
