It really seems like a mismatched conversation indeed!
On one side was the allure of dance, and on the other was an inner resistance. Di Jinxuan was instantly so conflicted that she looked visibly upset, her little face falling into a sulk.
Nangong Jin closed his eyes, paying him no mind.
He knew she was displeased, so he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the expression on her face.
Because for some reason, the resistant expression on her face made him somewhat sad.
The car drove smoothly and soon descended from the mountain. It was then that Di Jinxuan realized that Di Mingjue and the others had already left in their cars, and only Fang Hao was still there waiting for her. Seeing her come down safely, he waved his hand and took the lead in leaving.
Di Jinxuan opened the car door, then suddenly remembered that Nangong Jin said his waist was injured. She immediately stopped what she was doing.
But then she suddenly remembered this guy was probably faking it.
