In the back seat of the business vehicle, Cheng Jia's hand was still on her forehead, her brows were tightly knitted due to distress, and a foreign heat within her body was spreading intermittently. Her dizziness was gradually intensifying.
She was slow to react and did not understand what was happening even as the vehicle got on the road.
How come Mo Xiuchen, who was just sitting in the back earlier, suddenly decided to drive the vehicle himself, allowing his driver to sit in the back?
She stared intently at Mo Xiuchen who was sitting in the driver's seat, focusing on the road ahead. His thin lips were tightly pressed, his jawline was resolute, and an aura emanating from him strangely made people feel cold.
