"What are you thinking about?"
The woman's suddenly raised voice entered his ears, and he snapped back to reality.
Glancing sideways at her, he flashed his most handsome and compelling smile.
"Nothing, why?"
Zhan Se stared at him suspiciously, "If you weren't thinking of anything, how come you didn't see the red light?"
"Ah—"
At that moment, the sound of car horns honking incessantly filled the street.
The man's eyes, bright as a leopard's, widened in realization. He had actually run a red light, and several drivers were cursing loudly beside him. He, who had been lost in his own delusions, had completely failed to notice the serious situation.
This is just ridiculous, right?
For the first time in almost thirty years, Lord Quan the Fourth's face turned red.
At that time, from the intercom of ONE—77, the voice of the security guard car behind them could be heard.
"Fourth Master, what's the situation, what's the matter?"
