Lin Xuanji didn't have much of a reaction, and merely shifted her gaze away lightly, as though his words had nothing to do with her.
Gazing at her beautiful features, Lu Jinwen whose face was hidden in the smoke slowly closed his eyes, revealing a sarcastic and self-deprecating smile. Suddenly, he felt a burn on his fingers as his cigar touched them.
He quickly brought the cigar up to his thin lips and sucked on it fiercely. There was an aura of foreboding surrounding him.
Tak. He switched on his blinker and pulled up on the side of the road, then glanced sideways at Xiaorou and spat out two cold words. "Get out."
Xiaorou looked out of the window. This wasn't her home.
"Mr Lu, I…"
Xiaorou wanted to say something, but the words died in her throat as she met his gaze.
