Lu Ziheng was driving, his thin lips pressed together tightly, his expression taut. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed somewhat distracted.
"Mind your own business. Even if I died in a crash, it wouldn't be your concern."
Heh.
He scoffed.
Just as expected, an ungrateful little wretch, even after raising her for over a month, she's still the same. Apart from getting into trouble and causing a fuss all day long, what good could he expect from her?
At a red light intersection, the Range Rover jerked to a stop.
Lu Ziheng pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and blue-white smoke quickly filled and ravaged the interior of the car.
The ringtone of his cellphone abruptly sounded; it was a call from Qin Yun.
"Ziheng, tomorrow is the weekend. Bring Xiaoyu with you and come back for dinner," she said.
Lu Ziheng didn't respond.
