Ning Li still followed Lu Huaiyu into the car.
The two of them sat in the back row, but there was a short distance between them.
After getting into the car, Lu Huaiyu leaned against the back of the seat and closed his eyes.
Ning Li looked to the side.
His profile was still smooth and perfect, clear and noble.
When he closed his eyes, his appearance seemed inexplicably cold.
The entire car was filled with the cedar scent on his body.
When he had gotten into the car, he had clearly said that he had something to ask her, but now he had not said anything.
In the end, however, she was still in the wrong in today's matter.
Moreover, Yi Bin was in front, so it seemed that there was nothing appropriate that she could say.
As she thought so, she only took a light breath, leaned against the back of the chair, and looked out of the window.
The car started.
