"Uncle Mo, I really don't distrust you, it's just that I find it very strange," Tang Yue secretly sized up Mo Siyu as she sat upright in front of him, always unconsciously acting like a schoolgirl, showing a bit of respect and a trace of gratitude towards Mo Siyu.
"Do you fear me?" Mo Siyu's steering wheel seemed like a toy in his hands, which he handled with ease, and he casually threw out the question.
Tang Yue immediately sat up straight, her gaze shifting to the continuously receding view outside the window. Her voice, tinged with unease, she said, "No, why would I be afraid of you?"
'Squeak'
The harsh sound of the brakes filled the air. Tang Yue had not expected the smoothly driving car to suddenly come to a screeching halt, sending her lurching forward.
A strong arm blocked in front of her, stabilizing her body.
She was still in shock when she turned her head and met Mo Siyu's deep eyes.
