Luo Qingli just parked the car on the side of the road like this, and her whole person was still lying on the steering wheel, giving people an easy misconception that she was sick.
"Huh? I'm not sick, jeez!" She rubbed her face with both hands, her expression showing great distress.
Glancing at her, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine, I'm doing great! It's my friend, jeez!" Luo Qingli sighed twice in a row. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't care at all!
But it's Mi Lu, she had no choice but to care about her happiness.
"Either you put down the convertible top, or it's very dangerous to park the car on the roadside so absentmindedly like this." Mu Si's tone was still cool, yet carried an implicit concern.
"Forget it! I'll stop thinking about it. Things will straighten out once it comes to a head." Some things must be experienced by oneself. She is not the party involved. What she does may not necessarily be what others want. All she has to do is to support Mi Lu.
