Acting spoiled with you is one thing, but for you to announce it so publicly in front of all these people, don't I have a face to save?
"Clang"—a noise came from the front passenger seat, and Wen Qiao's eyes twitched uncontrollably.
Without looking, it must have been Jiang Yao, that naive little bumpkin, getting shaken up by it.
And it wasn't just Jiang Yao, that one little bumpkin, who got shaken up.
The car had slowed down for the red light at the crossroads ahead, and Feng Li, wanting to look back but fearing being silenced, struggled to turn his head. His inquisitive gaze met Jiang Yao's halfway.
Subsequently, they both saw a bit of commiseration in each other's eyes.
How wonderful, so thrilling, so full to burst.
"About the incident with Lin Ruochun falling into the water—" Fu Jinghen, looking down, rubbed Wen Qiao's leg, tossing out a topic to draw her attention back.
"What about it? Did you find anything?" Wen Qiao immediately asked.
