Hearing Ling Ye's question, Ai Le sat in the backseat, her eyes meeting his through the rearview mirror. Suddenly, the corners of her mouth curled into a cruel smile, and she enunciated each word deliberately, "I, am, called, Ai, Le."
"So your name is Ai Le, what a unique name!" Ling Ye's flirting came as naturally as breathing.
Ai Le?!
That name sounds so familiar!
As he repeated the name, Ling Ye's devilishly handsome face suddenly changed color, and the next second, he looked as if he had swallowed an explosive, his expression shifting wildly. His grip on the steering wheel stiffened abruptly, causing the car to veer off course.
Fortunately, there were few people on this villa district road, so no accident occurred.
Ling Ye hit the brakes, turned his shocked face to the backseat, and sure enough, met Ai Le's mocking gaze and the slight curl of her diamond-shaped lips.
No, it can't be!
"You, you, you!" Ling Ye stammered as if he had seen a ghost.
"What about me?"
