Song Xiao's words were crisp, clear, and forceful.
Jiang Man could picture his animated expression even with her eyes closed as he said these words.
She lazily opened her eyes and glanced at the driver's seat.
Song Xiao, as if possessing a telepathy-like sense, also turned his head to look at her at just the right moment.
Their eyes met, sparking an immediate blaze.
Song Xiao felt as if his heart had been struck, and he licked his lips.
However, Jiang Man showed little reaction but instead reminded him coldly, "Where are you looking? Focus on driving!"
Song Xiao immediately turned his head back, staring straight ahead, but occasionally he would steal glances at the girl beside him using his peripheral vision.
"You haven't answered my question from before..."
"You're not my type. There's no chance for us," said Jiang Man, her voice as still as water, devoid of any emotion.
Upon hearing this, Song Xiao felt incredibly aggrieved.
