Xian Guiying suddenly stopped her car when she arrived at the quiet riverbank. At the same time, the man's hand was about to touch her face.
"Miss Xian, I've always liked your personality, it's just that I've always been a hindrance to your character. Plus, you're Xian Zihao's younger sister. You are now the President of Xian Enterprise, but I really can't stand it anymore." As he approached, the smell of his body crept into her nose.
Just as he was about to kiss her, Xian Guiying calmly turned her head to look at the fuel gauge and said, "The car ran out of fuels."
"Hmm?" The man was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the fuel gauge, and then happily said, "Then are you cold? Come to me. I will warm you. I'll call a car over later. While waiting for the car, we can have a nice chat."
