Shi Wei, who was still fuming, didn't realize that his impulsive actions had caused the delicate girl he always held like a fragile treasure to bump into something.
Ten minutes into the drive, the car was shrouded in silence.
He waited for a long time without getting a reply from her. His grip on the steering wheel tightened until his distinct, bony fingers turned pale.
The man's sustained low pressure made Yu Zhi feel increasingly confused and strangely aggrieved.
She lowered her head slightly, her long, butterfly-wing-like lashes trembling gently. The light in her almond-shaped eyes gradually dimmed.
Their wordless standoff only made the atmosphere grow increasingly tense.
By the time they arrived at the Shi Family residence, it had already escalated into a cold war.
Yu Zhi changed into her indoor slippers and walked straight toward the stairs, intending not to talk to him for the rest of the evening.
