Luo Xiaoqian was taken aback and looked at him driving with some astonishment.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing!" Jiao Yang suddenly burst into laughter, turned his face toward her, and his eyes ambiguously met hers, "Xiao Qian, you're not worried about Leng Zimo seeing me and getting jealous, are you?"
A blush crept onto Luo Xiaoqian's face. "I didn't mean that, I just don't want you to take risks for me, after all, this is my personal affair."
Hearing the politeness in her tone, a dark shade flickered in Jiao Yang's eyes, but the smile on his lips grew even more pronounced.
"A gentleman like me would never leave such a lovely lady by the roadside in the rain."
Just then, a strange noise came from up the mountain.
Luo Xiaoqian turned her face, and seeing the rocks rolling down from the mountain, she cried out in alarm.
"Watch out!"
Jiao Yang abruptly turned the steering wheel and simultaneously stepped on the brakes.
