Inside the car.
Finally seated in the car, Qiao Ruoxin felt utterly exhausted.
It was only a few hundred meters, which, agonizingly, took half an hour to traverse due to the squeezing crowds.
Mo Chen, sitting beside her, leaned against the seat apparently resting with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed in annoyance.
The noisy atmosphere just now... it was what he despised the most.
Qiao Ruoxin stared at his profile for a long time, thinking this damn man was really handsome—the noble bridge of his nose, the perfect jawline, his features both smooth and sensual.
"Mo Chen, brother..."
"Hmm?"
The man didn't open his eyes but slightly knitted his brows, hiding his irritability which he forcefully suppressed.
"Can we keep our relationship a secret for the next year?"
Mo Chen suddenly opened his dark eyes and turned to look at her, his voice cold, "Why? For whom are you keeping the opportunity?"
