The parking spot was exactly the same as when Wen Qiao got out of the car.
She pursed her lips, her mouth set in a straight line.
She knew he would be waiting here, she should have just lied about coming to have dinner with Lin Luang instead of telling him the truth.
Wen Qiao, with a cold expression, walked to the car and got in.
The cold wind rushed into the car, and the next moment it was shut out.
"You didn't go to dinner."
Wen Qiao stated it as a fact.
Fu Jinghen leaned in to fasten her seatbelt, moved his index finger to pull down her mask, and took the opportunity to plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
"I didn't."
Wen Qiao covered his lower face with her hand, pushing him away and staring coldly at him, "You didn't even seem worried; you didn't even move the car from its spot."
Fu Jinghen kissed her palm, Wen Qiao released the hand covering his mouth, furrowed her brow, "Stop kissing me, stay away from me."
