Jiang Ni had already decided to leave London tonight, but she didn't directly tell Qin Jijing, deliberately teasing him, just to see his reaction.
She had considered that he might be jealous or angry, but she didn't expect him to say something like that.
His voice was resigned yet indulgent, stirring up a ticklish feeling in her heart.
In the back seat, she was alone. Xiaoliu was in the front, so no one saw the blush on her face.
Still, she couldn't resist burying her head, desperately hiding her expression.
When the rear seat suddenly fell silent, Xiaoliu glanced back through the rearview mirror, seeing Jiang Ni curled up into a small bundle, head down, covering half her face in the corner, and subconsciously thought Jiang Ni felt unwell.
"CEO Jiang, are you feeling car-sick? Should we ask the driver to pull over?"
Having been with Jiang Ni for such a long time, Xiaoliu was of course aware of Jiang Ni's motion sickness.
