Tessa Caldwell was so angry that she hugged her head with both hands, tapping her forehead with the heel of her palm.
She felt completely unwell.
She bit her lip and lowered her voice, "Faye, I think we need to have a serious talk!"
"Talk? Aren't we talking right now?" Faye looked at her, puzzled, then seemed to realize something, "How do you want to talk? About dating?"
Suddenly, Tessa Caldwell didn't want to say anything: "..."
The atmosphere in the car felt like it was about to freeze.
As the car approached the intersection, Tessa Caldwell looked directly at the driver and said, "Please let me out up ahead, thank you."
The driver didn't listen to her and drove past the spot she mentioned. Realizing the driver was ignoring her, Tessa Caldwell turned to Faye, "I want to get off."
"Where are you going?" Faye asked.
Tessa Caldwell's eyes flared with anger, "Since you won't lend me money or call me, why do you care where I'm going?"
