The young girl's voice was soft and tender, as if she was the one being aggrieved.
An Yin saw his tightly pursed lips and softly called out again, "Bao Shaojin."
No one had ever called his name so directly and repeatedly like this.
Assistant Lin, who was driving, was used to the situation between the two of them in the back seat. His heart was in his throat, silently wondering why Mr. Bao was acting distant. Clearly, he cared deeply, but he deliberately ignored Miss An?
"Don't want me to pick you up?"
Bao Shaojin said coldly.
Each word was like a sharp blade, targeting An Yin directly.
An Yin was momentarily stunned, realizing that his reason for being angry was that she didn't want him to pick her up? No wonder during their previous phone conversation, he suddenly fell silent.
An Yin slowly shifted her gaze and said softly, "If my classmates see me often going out in a luxury car, they'll gossip."
