He doesn't like to listen to music while driving, because it interferes with his thinking and judgment.
But right now, not only had he turned on the music, but he deliberately played rock music.
The clash of heavy metal made Xia Chuqing jump, and she looked up sharply: "So that's the kind of music Mr. Xiao likes."
Apparently calm and composed on ordinary days, he actually liked this kind of music.
"I have a very unique taste." Xiao Mo glanced at her nonchalantly, his gaze finally resting on her fair little face.
Xia Chuqing was not in the mood to look at photos, so she put away her phone and covered her ears.
The melancholy feeling that had just accompanied her vanished completely, and she found it ridiculously funny.
"Can you turn it off?" She protested, not liking rock music.
Xiao Mo said nothing. Seeing she had no more mood swings, he reached out to turn off the music.
The car became quiet, and Xia Chuqing put down her hands that had been covering her ears.
