He Jichen discreetly tightened his fingers around the steering wheel.
He didn't reply to Ji Yi. His gaze straight ahead became a little colder.
Ji Yi didn't really pay much attention to He Jichen. As she browsed through everyone's hateful comments about Qian Ge on Weibo, she had a sense of joy that she just couldn't hide. "With the image of a gentle, elegant, and well-mannered Qian Ge in everyone's hearts now destroyed, I'm afraid her whole team will probably have a terrible night's sleep tonight, huh?" she continued to say.
As Ji Yi's voice fell, she saw a public telephone booth by the road through the windshield. All of a sudden, her mind flashed back to when Qian Ge called her to show off and taunt her last month when she came home with a sprained ankle. "Stop the car!" she cried abruptly.
She said this so suddenly that He Jichen couldn't react in time to slow down the car.
