Xia Zhisu glanced over and there it was, not far away, a convertible luxury car, a white Bugatti Veyron this time!
His blue one had been stolen by a thief.
Such a wealthy young master, changing cars as if changing clothes!
Xia Zhisu walked over, jumped straight into the car, and even gestured for Ling Tian'ao to come over.
Ling Tian'ao looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes no longer somber.
He strode to the car and, without starting it, Ling Tian'ao gripped the steering wheel and glanced at the woman beside him.
She smiled indifferently.
During the day in the car, he teased her so much—she clearly cried for real, yet refused to let him touch her! So she was acting all along, and convincingly at that!
Even he had been fooled!
He wrapped one arm around Xia Zhisu's waist and pulled her close.
"Ling Tian'ao!!" Xia Zhisu yelped, caught off guard.
"What's this reaction? You took the money and now you want to back out? Well, it's too late for that!"
