Seeing that he remained silent to two consecutive questions, Zhuang Shuqing also fell silent.
For a moment, the interior of the car was so quiet it was unsettling.
At Jinxiu Garden, the car slowly came to a stop. Zhuang Shuqing unbuckled her seatbelt, getting ready to get out when the man's finely sculpted face suddenly drew close, making her subconsciously lean back into her seat.
Her skin was exquisite, fair and tender to the point of being breakable; her small, palm-sized face featured a pair of innocent, sparkling big eyes, resembling a delicate porcelain doll.
Though Lu Jinyang had long known she was such a woman, the closeness in this moment made him think of last night's madness. He swallowed hard, then irritably unbuttoned a button, opened the car door, and got out.
Zhuang Shuqing didn't know what Lu Jinyang's actions meant, but she didn't ask. She had a feeling that even if she did, he wouldn't tell her.
