Yao Qing's mind was now filled with only two words: car accident.
In such heavy snow, a car accident wasn't impossible.
But it was precisely because of the heavy snow that car accidents became even more serious.
"Let's talk when I get back," she pushed Fo Zi'ang away and turned to leave.
Fo Zi'ang frowned and stretched out his hand to grab Yao Qing's arm.
"Miss Yao, this matter can't be delayed." He may not claim to fully understand Yu Yanshen's character, but he felt he knew enough.
A man like him was either unfaithful once and never to be trusted again, or he was unconditionally biased in love.
If Yu Yanshen belonged to the former category, wouldn't he ruin her marital prospects by acting this way?
Yao Qing was somewhat annoyed, her anger flaring as she shook off Fo Zi'ang's hand, "I said! Let's talk when I get back!"
