He walked over and stood at the window of the idling car, lifting his hand to knock.
The car window slowly rolled down.
Wen Xian, wearing sunglasses, rested her uninjured hand on the steering wheel.
Seeing him appear, she turned her head with a slight smile, "Captain Lu, aren't you supposed to be buying me underwear? Is there anything else?"
The hint of a smile always played on her lips, seemingly indifferent to the words he had said before.
As if it was nothing to her.
Lu Xiao stared at her, his tone cold, "Get out of the car, driving with one hand is not safe."
His intention couldn't be clearer.
Get in his car.
Unexpectedly, Wen Xian raised her gauze-wrapped hand to look at it and laughed, "It's okay, it's not a big issue, I can still—"
"You can't."
He cut her off before she could finish, Lu Xiao's lips pressed tight, and when he spoke again, his tone was somewhat stern:
