Inside the car.
Qiao Ruoxin stared at the man driving beside her and concluded, "I am now one hundred percent certain that Lu Xingxing has fallen in love with you."
The man felt his temples throb sharply, but he remained calm on the surface.
"Is that so?"
"The way she looks at you is off, and, even though you were the one who kidnapped her, she hasn't said a word about it."
"..."
Mo Chen slowly pulled the car over, rolled down the window, took a cigarette, placed it between his thin lips, lit it, and exhaled a stream of smoke.
"Little Ghost, do you regret letting me come out to find her?"
Qiao Ruoxin smiled faintly, "I don't regret it. If something bad had happened to her tonight, I would be the first one to be blamed, and the Lu Family would try everything to destroy me."
The man's handsome face tensed up, eyes narrowing slightly.
It seemed he almost pushed Little Ghost into the fire pit.
