"Despicable," Fu Han didn't hesitate for even half a second as she spoke.
"Thanks for the compliment," He Xing, who seemed to be going down the thick-skinned road today, floored the accelerator. The wind howled as it rushed in, carrying his words into the air, "My fiancée should naturally be picked up by me."
Fu Han's hair got caught in a tussle on her face due to the wind. She managed to get it under control but missed the perfect opportunity to rebut He Xing.
He Xing left Su Cheng at the nearest gas station without a goodbye and walked away with Fu Han directly.
Su Cheng hurriedly filled his tank and, while calling Fu Han, chased after them like a streak of lightning.
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Nan Qing didn't return home until after dark, and as soon as she opened the door, she felt an overwhelming undercurrent of low pressure.
