"Yan Luoxi, what kind of person are you really?" Qing Junxiu suddenly asked. His heart had felt fear as the car's speed increased, yet he was still betting on the unconsumed conscience of Xiao Xiaoxiao.
When he saw the speed exceed 50 mph without incident, he secretly rejoiced in his heart, thinking she was still kind-hearted.
However, the harsh reality slapped him in the face. Yan Luoxi's nonchalant response left him with no place to hide his shame.
"Rather than probing into what kind of person I am, you should take care of your girlfriend. I won't be grateful for what happened today," Yan Luoxi withdrew her gaze, no longer looking at him.
No matter how pure and kind she was, she would never forgive someone who tried to harm her. Such a person could never be a friend.
Qing Junxiu leaned against the makeup table, shaking his head, "I did not do it to earn your gratitude; I just underestimated the cruelty of reality. Anyway, it has been a pleasure working with you."
