"Trust isn't something you can casually ask from others. It's something you have to earn yourself!" Han Yi silently glanced at him.
Gong Tingxuan turned his body slightly and fastened her seatbelt, only then did he start the car.
"Where do you want to eat?"
"I don't want to eat!"
"Alright then..."
"Alright what? Tell me!"
Gong Tingxuan continued to drive, only glancing at her after a long while, "Let's go back to the Gong Family first."
"Are you trying to pull a stunt again?"
"Honey, is this all the trust left between us? You said I'm the man you've loved since childhood, is there really nothing trustworthy about me?"
The serious and stern expression of Gong Tingxuan left Han Yi silent.
She grasped his thick, long scarf, staring out the window.
The weather seemed to change; the sky grew dark when it wasn't even night yet, the wind blew through the woods, rustling the leaves loudly.
