'When it comes to men, you have to go with the flow, stroke their egos a bit. Once that rebellious streak is gone, who's going to remember who she is anyway?'
'All she had to do was act obedient and mediocre. She was sure he'd have no interest in a woman like that.'
Huo Tianhao said nothing more, just started the motorcycle and shot off.
Xia Zhaoyun let out a small cry. She hadn't expected him to go so fast. On instinct, she wrapped her other arm around him, squeezed her eyes shut, and bumped her head against his back. Her voice was tinged with a genuine sob. "Slow down!"
She was someone who had died once before. Although she didn't remember how painful death was, she definitely cherished her life more than anyone else!
Huo Tianhao scoffed lightly but ultimately slowed to a steadier pace.
Old Mo's was a foreign restaurant, famous in the Capital City during this era. It was practically a status symbol for the children of the elite compounds.
