Won't harm Jiu Jiu...
Although Yu Qinglu spoke sincerely, Mu Jin Huan would no longer believe her words.
His hands quickly maneuvered the steering wheel, overtaking the vehicles ahead, almost driving in an 'S' shaped pattern. If someone with less driving skill tried this, they might crash into the roadside guardrails or other vehicles.
The mountain peaks and forests outside the car windows receded rapidly, and Mu Jin Huan's deep and dark eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. "Yu Qinglu, are you trying to tell me through your actions that my mercy on you was a mistake?"
Since the day more than a year ago when Yu Qinglu was pulled down from the rooftop by Mu Jin Huan, she had stopped all attempts to gain his care and attention.
Too meek, so meek that it was not like her at all.
