His pride and dignity wouldn't allow him to ask.
Seeing he wasn't talking, Luo Qiangwei didn't want to continue either, fearing he might suddenly go crazy and kiss her again, "Alright, I have things to do, you go ahead with your work."
As soon as she finished speaking and turned to leave, her arm was grabbed by the man who pushed her into the passenger seat. He ignited the engine with a cold face, directly turning around and driving away from Paulownia Street—
Luo Qiangwei clenched the seat belt, trying to ask calmly, "Where are you taking me?"
Moh Shiche still remained silent, holding the steering wheel and calmly looking ahead. The sight of his indifferent and casual demeanor infuriated Luo Qiangwei. It was just like back when she pursued him; no matter what she said or did, he wouldn't even let a shred of emotion show in his eyes.
Just like a millennium-old ice sculpture, not even the most scorching flame could melt it.
