Seated in Zhan Cheng's car, Song Qinghuan rested her elbow on the window, steadying her head as she side-glanced at Zhan Cheng, recalling the last time he was unbearably infuriated.
He had furiously scolded her before storming out, and she had assumed they would sever all ties, perhaps for life.
Zhan Cheng started the car, but he didn't immediately step on the accelerator. Instead, he looked at Song Qinghuan with a smile, "Why are you looking at me like that? Have you suddenly realized that I'm handsome, and so deeply in love with you that you find yourself attracted to me?"
Song Qinghuan twitched her mouth and looked at him embarrassedly, "I was just wondering, how come you're not angry anymore?"
Zhan Cheng knew exactly what she was referring to — the incident last time when he was fooled.
