"I said, there's no need to!"
Li Beinian spoke rather harshly and coldly.
The elevator reached its destination.
The winds of early Autumn were chilly.
As Li Beinian strode out of the elevator, she looked down and realized she was still wearing his jacket.
Her dress had been ripped. Even though she wouldn't be too indecently exposed without his jacket, it was an embarrassing sight still.
Her eyes flashed for a moment, and eventually, she turned around.
As though making a deliberate effort to keep a distance, he immediately raised his hands and halted.
With an innocent expression and a shrug, he said, "Just let me send you home. It's hard to get a cab at this hour—it's late, and you're not in the best state of mind…"
…
Shi Yishen drove an extremely fancy Maserati.
It was very him, flamboyantly flirtatious.
