Song Ci quickly drew back her legs.
She stood there like a blooming rose flower swaying in the wind, fragrant and lovely.
Song Ci gave an alluring smile. Her magnetic and bewitching voice drifted into Han Zhan's ears. "Mr. Han, what a coincidence. We meet again."
Han Zhan wound down the window, revealing his face.
Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan wasn't wearing any jacket. He only had a shirt on with the first two buttons undone, revealing an expanse of bronzed muscle.
As she quietly averted her eyes from Han Zhan's chest, Song Ci subconsciously swallowed.
Han Zhan didn't notice her subtle reaction.
He reached out his gloved right hand and pointed in front. With an impassive face, he spoke, "Ms. Song, the pedestrian crossing is right in front. Since you are an adult, you should follow the rules. You are an adult and enjoy the privileges of an adult, and so you should also obey the responsibilities of being an adult."
