He had been angry just now, but even so, he still wanted to hear her voice. Yet, for a long time, she remained silent. As they drove into the city, he finally couldn't help but stop the car.
Wen Nuan then slowly opened her eyes, looked at him, and felt a throbbing pain at the corner of her eyes.
She turned her head away, gently tilting it up, refusing to cry. Even if tears welled up, she didn't want them to fall.
After just a few seconds, her shoulders were turned around by him.
"What are you doing?" Wen Nuan spoke irritably.
Leng Yan's gentle gaze that had just gathered was scattered instantly. He took a deep breath, restraining himself from shouting: "Why did you hang up on me?"
Actually, that was the trigger point for his anger. Then, seeing Tan Qing touch her, the anger he had suppressed finally burst out.
But when facing her directly, his heart still softened, which is why he felt so distressed that he couldn't drive.
