Fu Sichen's eyes drifted downwards, his eyelids slightly lifted, and his lazy gaze fixed directly on the radiant woman in front of him. "Does Mrs. Fu want to experience it in the car?"
The man's smile was deep, beguiling and seductive, whispering into the ear.
Cunning men often use threats as their tactics.
Jiang Mian adjusted her skirt, her tone somewhat serious, "Were you in a bad mood today?"
She leaned back against the seat, her face expressing an "I'm all ears" attitude. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Suddenly asked, Fu Sichen slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise.
After a long pause,
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Jiang Mian felt a bit goosebumpy, as Fu Sichen at this moment resembled a wilted, pitiful puppy.
Fu Sichen curled his lips slightly, his voice faint, "Xuanxuan, are you concerned about me?"
The term "Xuanxuan" alone made Jiang Mian uneasy, and coupled with the word "concern," her earlobes heated up instantly.
What the heck!
