Lu Mian sat in the backseat, her gaze sweeping coldly over Mo Si in the driver's seat.
Mo Si felt a chill at the back of his head and reached up to touch it.
The joy of watching the drama unfold had made him temporarily forget the two bigwigs behind him, as he was focused solely on Ye Jinwen and Ya Ling.
Ya Ling was initially stunned, the scene of the incident vividly etched in her mind, never forgotten.
After a moment, she found her voice again. Before she could question the matter of the abstract painting, she furrowed her brows and looked straight at Ye Jinwen, her voice low as she began, "Did you know it was me back then?"
She had never imagined that Ye Jinwen had recognized her then; she thought he had made that choice out of a sense of chivalry and kindness.
Ye Jinwen rubbed the back of his head, "I guessed, you seemed like you."
Ya Ling's heart took an abrupt hit.
Just because he thought she looked familiar, he was willing to risk his life to protect her?
