The intensity in Meng Feifei's eyes was so strong that Yang Yunhai couldn't ignore it, even if he wanted to.
A sharp glare was all it took to snap Meng Feifei back to her senses.
Then she watched as Yang Yunhai opened the passenger door for Gu Lingling, helping her into the car.
"Brother Yang," Meng Feifei called out, "Can you give me a rid..."
Before she could finish the word, Yang Yunhai's car had already driven away.
"Cough, cough... cough, cough..." She choked on the exhaust fumes and couldn't stop coughing; the more she wanted to curse, the harder she coughed.
By the time she could stand up straight, Yang Yunhai was long gone, not even a taillight in sight.
Today, she'd really lost face.
But inside the car, Gu Lingling was laughing joyfully, "Brother Yang, you're so heartless to women."
Yang Yunhai didn't say a word, just glanced over at her.
It was a simple look, but why could Gu Lingling understand its meaning?
He was only gentle to her.
