The sports car took a sharp turn, and sea water splashed, stopping impressively beside the helicopter.
Gu Xuanye got out of the car, walked a few steps, then doubled back with his long legs, and rapped on the window.
"Anything else?" Mo Qiansu lowered the window, raising her eyes to look at him.
"If you can't find your way back, use the navigation." Gu Xuanye had let her drive his car home as if he was somewhat concerned, "Also, send me a text when you get home."
"Got it."
Gu Xuanye seemed to think of something else on the spot, pressing down on the car window that was closing, and said, "Besides calling me every day, you also have to send me 5... No! 10 text messages every day!"
His tone carried a wild command.
"..." Ten messages a day, where would she find so much content to text him about?
Mo Qiansu cast a complex glance at him, truly unable to fathom this man's thoughts.
