Lin Nuan bit her lips and had to admit that once she saw that it was Fu Huai'an behind the car window, her heart felt relieved.
Instead of boarding the car, Lin Nuan quietly walked forward with her head down.
The Bentley also nudged forward at an extremely slow speed.
When Lin Nuan stopped, so would the Bentley.
She turned to glare at Fu Huai'an who was in the car, only to see that the man wasn't looking at her at all.
Fu Huai'an calmly drew out a cigarette and bit on it as he lowered his head to light it with his lighter.
Lin Nuan felt like her punch had landed on cotton—no matter how hard she hit, it was useless as the cotton would not be damaged. Her heart grew increasingly annoyed.
