"Is it over?"
In the moving Aston Martin, Jiang Chen unbuttoned his cuffs.
"No."
"Then doesn't Miss He need to entertain her guests?"
"Aren't you a guest?"
Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Sorry for causing Miss He trouble."
"Did you get it checked?"
He Yihui asked while driving.
"Checked what?"
"Many injuries can't be seen on the surface, especially after a car accident. It's best to get checked out."
That must count as concern.
Jiang Chen shook his head and then said, "How about I drive?"
"Why?"
"It's not very safe to drive in high heels."
A snake-bitten once, afraid of well ropes for ten years after a car accident?
He Yihui's lips curled up in amusement, ignoring his suggestion. She didn't stop the car; instead, she pressed the gas pedal even harder.
"Vroom!"
Once again, they arrived at the undulating black sand beach.
The Aston Martin stopped.
