"I didn't even cry, so why are you crying?" Leng Sichen said with a helpless expression.
Xia Yuxun immediately retorted, "You're cold-blooded, of course you wouldn't cry. Leng Sichen, how can you be so cold-blooded? Cold-blooded towards everyone, even more so towards yourself!"
Taking advantage of a traffic jam, Xia Yuxun turned around, removed the ice towel, touched his forehead, and then pulled out a tissue to wipe the drops of water that had melted from the ice onto his face.
Suddenly, Leng Sichen grasped her busy hand.
"What are you doing?" Xia Yuxun asked, her heart feeling uneasy under his gaze.
"Xia Yuxun..."
"Hmm?"
"Stop swearing in the future."
"Go to hell!" She waited so long just for him to say that, was he playing around!
Upon arriving at the company and driving into the garage, Xia Yuxun parked the car, Leng Sichen stepped out of the car door, and instantly changed, showing no signs of fatigue, a cold and stern look on his face.
