Therefore, Li Mochen couldn't help but turn around to glance at Leng Xiaoyao's car, where he saw her pressing herself to the car window.
It was the unfamiliar face of a girl, so Li Mochen didn't think further and withdrew his gaze.
When Li Mochen turned around, Leng Xiaoyao met his eyes. She had to admit that he had acute senses to notice her gaze through the car window.
It was true that Li Mochen was very outstanding.
At the age of twenty-five, he had chiseled features and was quite handsome, but his cold, profound eyes made people stand in awe of him.
"Sir, what's wrong?" The man sitting in the front passenger's seat noticed Li Mochen's reaction.
"Nothing." Li Mochen answered in a hoarse voice.
If so, the man on the front passenger's seat said nothing further.
Because Leng Xiaoyao's car was driving in the same direction as Li Mochen's and she was behind, she focused on Li Mochen's car, looking at the back of his head.
