"Wipe it off."
Jiang Chen finally got in the car, perhaps because of the people inside, or perhaps because of the car itself. Sitting in the passenger seat, he seemed somewhat restrained.
Zheng Jingjing passed a pack of tissues from the back.
"Thank you."
His hair, face, and clothes were all wet, and a single pack of tissues was hardly enough. The leather seat had already been soaked through.
Jiang Chen managed to dry his face.
"I got your car dirty, I'm sorry."
He apologized to Li Shuru.
"It's just water, it will dry by itself."
Li Shuru responded indifferently, seemingly not overly concerned about her brand-new car.
Jiang Chen had known that Li Shuru bought a car, but he certainly didn't expect her to take the initiative to give him a ride.
This beauty of the Arts Institute wasn't as cold as she seemed.
"Jiang Chen, are you really not going to take care of Ai Qian? She's still sitting at the entrance of V-Club crying."
Zheng Jingjing asked.
