He watched her skillfully pull the Yamaha out from the line of vehicles, insert the key, put on her helmet, and display a sense of urgency.
"Qianxue, are you okay?" he couldn't hold back his concern any longer, halting her rush, hoping she wasn't enduring silently because of the morning's incident.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, President Ye." Qianxue had no choice but to use sign language to tell the man, knowing what he was worried about, but she, Yin Qianxue, wasn't as fragile as he imagined.
If such difficulties could defeat her, then she wouldn't have survived until today, right?
She smiled faintly, turning the electric scooter's key. But after a moment, the scooter remained motionless. She glared, annoyed—why did it run out of power now, when she was in a hurry to make a trip to the supermarket?
Ye Subai saw this and chuckled, "It's on strike. Let me take you home today, we're on the same route anyway."
