Throughout the journey, Su Liuying remained silent and expressionless, her eyes occasionally glancing at the briefcase thrown on the back seat. Even if she could ignore the matter with Wen Xiaojie, she couldn't stop thinking about the issue that was forcing her hand.
"Liuying, what are you looking at?"
Quan Tianyou noticed that Su Liuying kept looking backwards and asked her with curiosity, to which she replied with an awkward smile, "Nothing at all!"
She leaned her head against the car window, watching the scenery flash by outside. She knew they were getting closer to the villa.
The closer they got to home, the more uneasy she suddenly felt. Quan Tianyou turned his head to look at her and furrowed his brows—he could sense that she seemed to be nervous.
"Liuying, is there something making you nervous?"
His question made her pause, and after closing her eyes for a moment, she turned to face him and answered, "Not at all, what would I be nervous about!"
"That's good, then!"
