Jiang Ruolan was immediately stunned by his sudden movement.
As the window closed, Xian Zihao's right hand held the steering wheel again. There was no change in his expression. It was as if the cold feeling he had released at that moment had disappeared without a trace.
Such a man with such a strong sense of self-control and hidden emotions …
So frightening.
Jiang Ruolan looked at him like that for so long, until she saw a red light at the intersection. The car slowly stopped. Xian Zihao look at her indifferently, "What do you want to eat?"
"Ah? haven't thought about it yet." Jiang Ruolan hurriedly retracted her gaze and looked straight ahead.
"Then hurry up and think about it." Xian Zihao acted as if nothing had happened.
Jiang Ruolan was looking at the traffic ahead of her but her mind was in a bit of a mess.
