Xu Moqian was quite irritated by Zhan Qipei's gaze, but since the latter had already gotten into the car with Qiao Jing, he couldn't chase after them to stop them.
He wasn't sure if Zhan Qipei did it on purpose, but while reversing the car, he deliberately moved closer to Xu Moqian's side, almost, just by a hair, hitting his legs with the car's rear.
Just as he was about to speak up and stop them, Zhan Qipei's car shot out like an arrow off the string, leaving Xu Moqian eating exhaust fumes.
At that moment, Xu Moqian's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, staring at Zhan Qipei's car's tailpipe for a long while until the vehicle disappeared from view before he finally took his gaze back,
He glanced down at his empty hands and remembered the feeling of supporting Qiao Jing just moments before.
Finally, Xu Moqian, frustrated, ruffled his hair and looked up at the somewhat gloomy sky, which seemed as turbulent as his mood at that moment.
