Having resettled in the car, Luo Xiaoqian chewed on the chocolate in her mouth as her gaze stealthily shifted towards him.
She contemplated internally whether or not to tell him the truth.
The nicer he was to her, the more she felt like a guilty thief.
"I…"
"Where to?"
Just as she had uttered the word 'I', Leng Zimo had already asked his question.
The two of them had spoken almost simultaneously.
Luo Xiaoqian provided the address near the restaurant, and the car immediately made a turn, heading onto the correct route.
Throughout the journey, she remained entangled in her dilemma, to tell or not to tell.
If she were to tell him, and this guy found out she had lied to him again, he would be really angry, wouldn't he?
Today, the relationship between the two was uncommonly harmonious, and she really didn't want to make things awkward again.
After all, it was just a meal. Afterwards, she would take the photo and leave, never to have any interaction with Jiao Yang again.
