As soon as Lu Xiaoyou's voice fell, Zhou Qi's spitting sound from the co-driver seat filled the air, and the temperature inside the car dropped sharply, making one's teeth chatter.
Zhou Qi silently chanted "Spare my life, Boss Long!" while his fingers trembled as he pressed the button to raise the partition in the middle of the car.
Only then did Long Xiliang open his eyes, looking straight at Lu Xiaoyou's face with a pair of emotionless, pitch-black pupils.
His eyelashes were long, like a dense forest hiding a deep lake.
Once she arrived, the surroundings became quiet.
Ever since he struggled with PTSD, his emotions became sensitive, and a mere micro-expression on someone's face could reveal to Long Xiliang precisely what the other person was thinking.
He couldn't stay in crowded places. After being stimulated, his five senses became extremely acute, and many sounds were nothing but noise to him.
