Late at night, a black Bentley was running steadily on the road.
Inside the car, Xia Ning looked at the man driving next to her. In the dim night, his side profile was stiff. He looked nervous.
She knew that he was angry!
In fact, she was very surprised by his arrival tonight. She vaguely felt that the balance between her and him was changing gradually.
Previously, Qiao Yu had been like a block of ice. She had used all sorts of methods but could not warm him. But now, he was like a blazing fire that she had to withdraw from. She was even cornered without a route of retreat.
"Why don't you speak?" His voice came like a meteor lacerating the darkness of the night, too abrupt for her to react.
"Huh?" Xia Ning looked at him in doubt.
Qiao Yu also looked towards Xia Ning with his dimmed pitch-black eyes, "Don't you want to say anything to me?"
Xia Ning looked at Qiao Yu's black pupils without a word.
