Lu Chuan was stunned, his gaze shifting down to Ning Xin's delicate hands.
He couldn't have imagined that these words would come from the mouth of a beautiful heiress like Ning Xin.
But thinking about Ning Xin's penchant for watching little movies, it wasn't surprising that she knew of such methods.
Ning Xin hung her head low, her face flushed, both nervous and anticipatory, "Will it work or not? Can't this prove my sincerity?"
Lu Chuan cleared his throat twice, "I've taken your sincerity to heart, I really haven't blamed you, it's getting late, you should hurry home."
After saying that, he quickly ran to the roadside, hailed a cab, and slipped away.
He always felt that Ning Xin's offer to make amends was false, and that satisfying her curiosity was the real motive.
A man must protect himself when he's out and about.
Ning Xin watched as Lu Chuan disappeared in the blink of an eye, disbelief filling her large eyes.
