Compared to Feng Xing's emotional turbulence, Mo Shiqian was quite indifferent. He stroked the woman's hair in his arms, "It's cold outside, you wait for me in the car, okay?"
"The car broke down."
"Mhm, then call An Ke, let her drive over to pick us up."
Chi Huan glanced at him, then looked at the man standing outside the car, pursed her lips, and uttered an "oh" before moving back to her own passenger seat from his embrace.
Only then did Mo Shiqian stretch out his foot, step onto the ground, and get out of the car.
The two men were of similar height, hardly distinguishable to the naked eye.
Confronting each other like this gave people a sense of trepidation.
Mo Shiqian glanced at him, then peered at the dented car, and chuckled, "What, you want to fight me?"
A thin layer of mockery flitted across Feng Xing's handsome face. He stepped back with his long legs and scoffed, "Looks like you're really itching for a fight. Come on..."
