Jiang Ruolan thought about how she bought a shirt for Qin Gengxin. No matter how sad, threatening, and seductive he was, she should not be swayed by Qin Gengxin's hidden guilt. In the end, she fell into his damn trap!
Jiang Ruolan should have realized that Qin Gengxin had always used this technique since they were little. She should have learned a bitter lesson when he had bullied her, but she had already forgotten about that in the blink of an eye …
Jiang Ruolan lowered her head and looked at her knees. She turned her head to look at Xian Zihao again while enduring the pain.
Xian Zihao didn't even spare a glance at her and maintained his steady control of the steering wheel. He was obviously very close to her, and they were only separated by a handheld distance. It was unknown if it was due to psychological effects, but the estrangement between them was even stronger.
