Bai Chuan wore a black T-shirt and black pants, with an old-style denim jacket for outerwear, and his hairstyle was obviously meticulously styled, attractive but not flamboyant. At this moment, he was smiling at Bai Yiran. This made Bai Yiran slightly dazed; she always felt he was more suited to a stern face, with lips slightly curved, arrogantly calling out her name, "Bai Yiran?"
"What's the matter? Am I strange?" Bai Chuan raised an eyebrow, puzzled at Bai Yiran's expression.
"Uh... no." Bai Yiran quickly averted her gaze, realizing she had lost her composure just now.
"Your car has a problem?" Bai Chuan glanced in the direction of the car.
"Yeah, it keeps stalling for no apparent reason. It was working fine before, and I just had it serviced at the dealership not long ago."
Bai Yiran believed her car shouldn't have this kind of issue. Even though it wasn't a luxurious high-end car, it was still decent in terms of performance and other aspects.
