The car drove forward steadily. It was extremely quiet in the car, and only the sound of typing could be heard.
Cheng Anyue sat on the right side, her body pressed against the door. She didn't dare to move, trying her best to ignore the cold, powerful, and oppressive aura around her. She lowered her head and didn't even dare to look at the man beside her.
However, from the corner of her eye, she could not help but see her fair and slender fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard.
She couldn't deny that his hands were beautiful, but the more beautiful something was, the more dangerous it was, because she had seen with her own eyes that he had used a knife to cut off someone's hand.
At the thought of this, she couldn't help but shiver.
Suddenly, the tapping of the keyboard stopped, and a cold voice was heard."The air conditioning is too low."
His voice was deep and extremely dignified, but one could tell from his voice that he was young.
