Xia Weibao had not yet recovered from her low spirits and was somewhat dazed.
Turning her head, she wiped away her tears, "It's nothing, the singing was just too moving, cried because I was touched by my own voice."
Lu Hualiang, "..."
"What are you looking at me for? Drive."
The man took a deep look at her and continued driving.
No one spoke, and suddenly the car fell silent.
The silence lasted all the way to the Lishan Side Courtyard.
Lu Hualiang got out of the car first, then walked around to Xia Weibao's side, opened the door for her, and helped her unbuckle her seat belt.
He shielded her head with his hand, and when she got out, he didn't move away.
Instead, he braced his hands on the car door, trapping her between his body and the door.
Car dong.
At such a close distance, with a face identical to Dog Emperor's and his focused gaze, Xia Weibao felt flustered and disoriented.
"Di-Director Lu, what are you—what are you doing?"
