Xiao Yu was glancing at her sideways, one hand on the steering wheel, his gaze wandering in the dark.
She maintained a composed facade, exhaling a breath, "Don't look at me like that, it's fishy."
A gaze only the Sea King possessed.
"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Yu always managed to avoid direct eye contact with her.
Sheng Shushu hugged her schoolbag, presenting him with a cold back of her head, "Nothing."
The red light had over thirty seconds left.
Xiao Yu's expression was abstinent, his gaze even, yet he said, "Your face says you're thinking about the same thing as that night."
Sheng Shushu turned her little face with a tightly drawn expression, "What have I written then?"
Xiao Yu seemed to smile.
"Did I mention which night?"
Sheng Shushu's face flushed.
Realizing she had just fallen into a trap, Sheng Shushu completely lost interest in engaging with him.
This man really, there was no escaping him.
At the Xiao Family, he could drag her back.