The sports car stopped only when it was three or four centimeters away from Nan Zhi.
Nan Zhi had almost fallen to her knees and looked at the man in the driver's seat through the windshield. Her heart thudded like a raging bull and her hair stood on end, as if on high alert.
She blinked, thinking that something was wrong with her vision.
There was no way she was seeing that Young Master Mu with bipolar disorder. She rubbed her eyes again but nothing changed.
They had not contacted each other for a few days, especially following that unpleasant incident at his Grandmother's house.
She had thought she would not have any contact with him anymore… After all, a person who was high up in the air with a status like his, could not be short of women.
After Mu Sihan stopped the sports car, he lowered his head and lit a cigar. When his thin lips puffed out the smoke, it was extremely sexy.
