"Mind your own business," Zhao Xinxin said irritably, also secretly relieved.
Tangyu's gaze shifted to the Hummer; the door opened, and a tall figure got out. This car wasn't running away; it was waiting here for Tangyu to come out. Seeing who it was, Tangyu's eyes narrowed: "It's you, Wang Jian."
A cold arc formed at the corner of Wang Jian's mouth as he gave a bizarre smile, "It's me. How about that hit just now? Felt good, right? Just a pity, it didn't hurt you. Seems I didn't hit hard enough. Had I known, I would have gone all out with the car. It looks like I underestimated the quality of your BMW."
