"That should have been my line."
Pei Yansi watched her with cold eyes.
The light inside the car was very dim, Zhao Jin hadn't started the car yet; he was crouching by the roadside smoking, and in the pitch-black night, only the bright burning of his cigarette at his fingertips could be seen.
Shen Heyu stared at the glowing ember and didn't speak. She could feel the anger radiating from the man next to her and dared not say much, fearing she might provoke him further.
In the end, she would be the one to suffer.
So she kept her mouth shut, and Pei Yansi didn't speak either, just quietly looking at her. For a moment, the car was enveloped in an eerie silence.
Shen Heyu could feel his intense gaze constantly on her, never shifting. His stare made her extremely uncomfortable, like pins and needles on her back.
"What's wrong, still thinking about someone else?" Pei Yansi said, glancing at her sideways, his expression indifferent, unclear in the night.
