Yang Feng brushed back a few strands of hair and tucked them behind her ears, a relaxed expression on his face. "Still mad?" He asked, already knowing the answer to the question. He could tell her pride was too high to give a proper response, but he did not mind that.
"Whatever." She mumbled, too stubborn to admit anything.
He didn't mind this sullen behavior of hers, like a small child, and instead, he guided her in the direction of the black Maybach parked outside. When he made eye contact with Hu Wei in the driver's seat, they shared a silent message as the car started.
"Where are we going?" She curiously asked, watching the city street whir by. She was getting more dizzy and tired by the second, her stomach lightly grumbling.
"You'll find out soon."
Too exhausted to ask anything and too hungry to move, she leaned her head on the car window in an attempt to rest.
