The anger on her porcelain-like white face rose instantly, turning her small face flaming red. Mu Xiangwan turned her head to look at the man who was already in the car, slamming the door loudly, completely losing it: "Su Chaoyang, how can you do this! Give me back my flowers!"
After throwing away the flowers, Su Chaoyang's mood suddenly improved. He started the car and deftly swung the steering wheel, smoothly merging the tall SUV into the traffic flow.
"No flowers left, just my life to offer." He said in a tone of defiance.
Bristling with anger, Mu Xiangwan trembled, wanting to say something but unable to, with her rosy lips quivering for a while, then tightly biting down with her white teeth. Then, she turned her head away, looking out of the window.
Su Chaoyang knew her well enough to realize that she was truly angry.
Considering her current condition, being angry could affect her health, he freed a hand to reach over to her, only to have it slapped away angrily.
