Gu Siting looked at the several banknotes Ming Yao handed over, then glanced at her lazy and indifferent eyes and brows, and licked his back molar with the tip of his tongue.
After extreme anger, he couldn't help but laugh.
Looking at her through the rearview mirror, his gaze was dark and deep, with an oppressive air.
Ming Yao flicked her long hair beside her cheek, with a smile that was increasingly radiant and beautiful, "Mr. Gu, did you not understand what I said? Or, do you simply not want to let me leave?"
Upon hearing her call him Mr. Gu with such detachment, Gu Siting's lips curved with a smile that was both obscure and imbued with a cold, icy chill.
There was silence in the car for about three or four seconds, and then the man's deep, indifferent voice slowly filled the luxury cabin, "Ming Yao, break it off with that man with the surname Jing, return to the Imperial Garden and be a good Mrs. Gu, and I will pretend the deception you committed never happened!"
