Lansheng's heart returned to its rightful place the moment he saw Ming Aiqiao.
Relief was quickly followed by a surge of anger. He strode over, pulled open the car door, and cursed furiously, "Are you sick? What are you playing at? Do you have to worry me to death?"
Ming Aiqiao's smile faded as she saw his cheeks flush with rage. People nearby glanced their way, drawn by his shouting.
Ming Aiqiao wasn't angry, just a little hurt.
Her lips quivered, her beautiful eyes misted with a layer of tears as she looked into his eyes, "It was you who didn't want me."
Lansheng's heart constricted painfully at her words. His breathing became erratic, his chest heaving, all the fear he felt at the thought of actually losing her now tangled irrationally together in a burst of emotion.
