Seeing An Xiaoyu's distressed and melancholic appearance, Shen Yufeng's tone was also slightly unfriendly.
An Xiaoyu lifted her eyes and met Shen Yufeng's sharp gaze through the rearview mirror, and at this moment, his cold, sculpted face was already clouded with gloom.
This scene... why does it feel so familiar?
Suddenly, she remembered that drunken night when Shen Yufeng drove her home, but encountered Qin Zixiao in the hallway. That day, after Qin Zixiao left, Shen Yufeng said something similar and later bit her lip, saying, "This is your punishment, for still thinking of other men in front of me."
Just thinking about these, she couldn't help but shudder.
Heaven knows what this guy is like when he gets angry, and she definitely didn't want to enrage this living King Yan again!
"No!"
An Xiaoyu replied, forcing herself to be brave.
"Tch, dead duck's mouth is hard!"
The corners of Shen Yufeng's lips curled up, seemingly with a spreading smile.
