Xia Ning's smile grew even brighter as she hurried to the passenger side, ready to open the door. Unexpectedly, it wouldn't budge when she pulled it, and she began to wonder.
"Only Fu Han can sit in my passenger seat," He Xing stated expressionlessly, his eyes fixed straight ahead, not even sparing Xia Ning a glance.
The joy in Xia Ning's heart was instantly halved. She listlessly walked to the back, opened the door, and obediently got in, even thanking He Xing with unusual politeness, "Thank you, Brother He Xing."
The Lamborghini started slowly, its tires squealing against the pavement, a distinctive sound of a luxury car that was particularly jarring on the quiet night.
Xia Ning loved that sound, and every time she rode in He Xing's car, she felt an indescribable excitement, like a child who had been anticipating all day and finally got to eat candy, her beautiful wish fulfilled.
