Xiao Yu sat on the bench at the bus stop, nearly turned to stone by the cold wind. A car's headlights shone towards her, and she felt a surge of joy, immediately rushing to the road and waving for a ride.
Unfortunately, the person in the car was Gong Ting. Seeing Gong Ting's icy face, Xiao Yu quickly withdrew her hand and turned her back, pretending not to see him.
She couldn't change her mind so easily. Just as she left, she said that after walking through that door, there would be no further interaction. To approach now would be self-deceiving and shameless.
The black Maybach sped past her like lightning.
Gong Ting saw Xiao Yu waving. Initially, his foot was already moving towards the brake, but then he saw her turn away as if she had seen a ghost, physically distancing herself from him.
His expression turned cold, his foot returned to the accelerator, and he stepped on it hard, the Maybach roaring away.
