The car door closed, and inside the sealed space, an oppressive feeling surfaced, making her almost struggle for breath.
Gu Qingxin nervously licked her somewhat dry lips; this inadvertent small movement finally brought Beiming Han to boiling point. With an extended arm, the girl who had been distant from him was now cradled in his arms.
Shouldn't she be grateful that he did not do that thing to her again?
"Wait in the car for me." Beiming Han took a few deep breaths, placed her to one side, and was about to open the car door to get out.
"Wait, didn't you bring me here to see my mom?" Gu Qingxin desperately grabbed his hand, not caring how disheveled she looked, she looked at him anxiously.
"When did I say I was letting you see your mom?" Beiming Han frowned, looking at the girl in front of him.
"Then you ..." Gu Qingxin felt as if she had been drenched by a bucket of cold water, tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
"I came to see a person."
