Tang Yanqi frowned slightly, then obediently got up from the back seat, bending over to climb forward. Sheng Jianan watched her movements, feeling a burst of frustration in his heart; this woman actually just did whatever he said.
Of course, Young Master Sheng didn't know that at this moment, Miss Tang was thinking, Sheng Jianan, why are you so childish?
One of Tang Yanqi's hands was injured, so she couldn't use it for support, which was inconvenient. Momentarily not paying attention, she stumbled forward, almost falling. Sheng Jianan quickly reached out to catch her, one hand grasping Tang Yanqi's shoulder, while the other hand touched something soft, causing a rare blush to appear on his usually arrogant and domineering face.
Tang Yanqi turned into a little lobster at once, not caring about her hand's injury, she hurriedly jumped and sat properly in the passenger seat, mechanically pulling over the seatbelt, turning her head, refusing to look at Sheng Jianan.
