Xi Luo knew when to recognize the situation, and even more so when to cut losses.
Zong Zhan paused his smoking, looking at her quietly, "All square?"
"Mm." Xi Luo held a cigarette, turned her head to look at the road, "Let's consider the past issues a misunderstanding. Give me back my passport, and from now on, we're strangers."
"Do you mean it?" Zong Zhan was a bit skeptical, feeling an inexplicable conflict deep down.
Xi Luo pursed her lips, redirected her gaze, and met Zong Zhan's eyes, "Do I need to swear an oath?"
Zong Zhan frowned slightly, feeling inexplicably irritated.
His actions indeed offended her earlier, but this woman couldn't go unchecked.
Zong Zhan suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, took the passport out of his pocket, and handed it over. Xi Luo took it, flipped through it, and got out of the car.
She looked just like a rogue who wouldn't acknowledge anyone after pulling up their pants.
...
On the other side, at ten o'clock at night.
