Mo Xiuchen hung up the call and didn't immediately get out of the car, sitting gloomily in the driver's seat, giving off a chilly aura.
Inside the confined and small compartment of the car, the air was suffocatingly stale.
Looking at his frosty handsome face, Wen Ran couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy within her heart. She moistened her lips and softly asked, "Mo Xiuchen, are you okay?"
Mo Xiuchen originally had his eyes fixed forward. Upon hearing her words, he turned to her. Perhaps because of the dim light, his eyes were icy cold.
Wen Ran was startled, and unconsciously shrank back.
"Get out of the car!"
Mo Xiuchen looked at her for a moment, suppressing the turbulent emotion within him, and responded indifferently.
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