"Wanwan." She had to find something to talk about, "The wedding is going to start at twelve noon tomorrow, don't forget and be late."
"Oh." Su Wanwan finished speaking and then suddenly pointed ahead, "You can stop at the subway station ahead."
Qiao Zixin clenched her fists, she wished she could punch through the chair in front of her.
Can't this annoying girl take her home?
She had already got in the car, was she really going to catch the subway?
She really has no emotional intelligence at all!
She looked towards Huo Jingshen.
The man was focused on driving. From her point of view, his side profile was strong and smooth, the bones of his fingers gripping the steering wheel were clearly defined and aesthetically pleasing. His shoulder line was straight, his back upright, his forearm was firm and sexy.
From head to toe, he was simply the personification of "perfection".
But why did such a perfect man have to fall for Su Wanwan?
Qiao Zixin was very upset.
