She didn't care whether it hit or not, she immediately rolled up the window.
Then she turned her head, glanced at Ji Chicheng, and even in the dim light, she still saw him smile, a gloss that the night couldn't hide.
Ji Anning started to feel awkward, diverted her gaze from Ji Chicheng's face, and looked ahead, puffing out her chest to hide her embarrassment.
"That bottle of water was mine," Ji Chicheng suddenly turned to Ji Anning and said, "I saw that the other person caught it."
The smile that was on his face had disappeared, leaving him expressionless.
Caught it? Ji Anning was surprised. She glanced toward the rearview mirror, the black sports car was still leisurely following them.
She frowned in annoyance. What kind of woman, pretty and with good driving skills? With that speed just now, she could even catch the water she threw.
She wondered if the woman would open and drink it, probably not? Wasn't she afraid that the water wasn't from her uncle?
