Xia Qingqian felt it was better to remain silent; she believed Du Ziheng was just a philanderer and being with him was quite dangerous.
"Qing Qian, is your stomach feeling better?" His voice suddenly softened. These days, he had been relentlessly hounded by his mother, leaving him no chance to meet Xia Qingqian.
"Mm, much better, thank you for your concern, Young Master Du." Xia Qingqian sensed that Du Ziheng had slowed down the car speed, and she calmed down.
"I've been thinking about you these days. Have you thought about me?" Du Ziheng said shamelessly.
Xia Qingqian, being quite sensitive, immediately felt uncomfortable upon hearing Du Ziheng's ambiguous words.
"Young Master Du, I am usually very busy with work..." Her work was indeed busy, having to translate many documents daily, leaving her no time to be distracted.
