The car abruptly came to a halt again.
"Why did you hang up on me?" Mo Siluo turned and stared at the woman, his gaze sharp and cold.
Wen Wan immediately felt somewhat guilty, but she thought she had done nothing wrong. She didn't ask the man for help because, deep down, she still didn't trust him. His attitude towards her was always hot and cold, and she couldn't figure him out. What if he decided to ignore her? Not only would she be humiliated, it would also be harder for her to escape.
"I can handle it myself." Wen Wan felt that there was no need to lie at this point.
"You can handle it?" Mo Siluo suddenly scoffed, slapped the steering wheel forcefully, took a couple of deep breaths, and turned to look at the woman, "Are you sure it's foolproof? What if he has drugged you? Is your head filled with fluff? You're way too overconfident in yourself!"
Wen Wan was stunned by his shouting.
"Woman, don't be too arrogant, it does you no favors," Mo Siluo warned through gritted teeth.
