Her eyes widened in disbelief, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Why did you let me practice with such an expensive car?"
"I thought my woman could handle it, who knew you'd be that clumsy."
He taught her the whole summer vacation, and this Little Ghost only then learned how to drive.
Qiao Ruoxin shot him a woeful glance with her small eyes, "Then I just don't have the talent in this area, so I learned slower."
Suddenly, a light rain started to fall outside, pitter-pattering.
She quickened her pace, but the man's deep voice came from beside her, "Drive slower."
"Oh..."
Half an hour later, they finally returned to Jiang Mansion No. 1, and the car entered the garage.
As soon as he entered the living room, Mo Chen began to make calls to the public relations department to handle the news on the internet.
Qiao Ruoxin didn't disturb him; she went back to her room, took a shower, and changed into a camisole nightgown with an ice silk robe draped over it.
