"If you don't mind, may I give you a ride?"
The towering detective agency president, Jiang Tao, who stood at two meters twenty, respectfully bent down and opened the rear door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom for Chu Mo. Just as he was about to step into the vehicle, Chu Mo paused, looking at Qian Bingxue in the car, her face flushed and eyes wide. He slightly curled the corner of his mouth, his expression gentle.
Inside the taxi, Qian Bingxue's heart was beating rapidly as she swallowed hard. She opened her mouth, intending to say something, but no words came out.
After seeing the indifferent expression on the face of the young man opposite her, she hesitated for a moment. Then, after taking a deep breath, Qian Bingxue stepped out of the taxi and joined Chu Mo in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.
