Why didn't he even think of calling the police?
Perhaps deep down, he believed that with the woman in such a sickly state, being in jail or not didn't seem to make much of a difference.
Heaven had already given her punishment.
To trample on her now would only soil his shoes.
Thinking this, the tension on Ya Chen's face gradually eased, but the warm, soft, and cold sensation on his lips still lingered.
He was annoyed at himself for not pushing her away in time when she flung herself at him and couldn't help but mutter lowly, "Isn't the air conditioning on? Open the window!"
The butler Pei and the few bodyguards responsible for the Crown Prince's security were all taken aback. It was on.
The Crown Prince was somewhat off today.
But Butler Pei still commanded, "Open the window!"
As the car window opened, fresh air poured in, and Ya Chen's mind finally calmed down.
After a while, he spoke indifferently, "Help me look into something."
Butler Pei hurriedly asked, "What is it?"
