If he didn't insist on following me, Rong Jinchen might have thought a little better. But now, after going back and forth, the other party maintained this attitude, and the way Mr. Bei Cenxiao looked at him...
Why does he always feel like it's the way he looks at those pretty girls?
This really is a strange feeling, so...
"What kind of look is that?"
Rong Jinchen felt at the time, like he had swallowed a green fly and was about to spit it out, but the other party spoke first.
The topic was too awkward, and Rong Jinchen really didn't want to bring it up...
Or rather, he didn't dare to bring it up, but since the other party asked, he slapped his hands on the steering wheel: "Mr. Bei Cenxiao, I have to ask, what do you mean by this?"
Unexpectedly, she even got angry.
Bai Cenxiao's long, cold eyes narrowed like a cat's: "My meaning? You really don't understand?"
"I don't underst…"
