Bo Muyi turned around.
His eyes were dark and gloomy. His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his face was tense.
The driver shivered involuntarily.
Su Cha was calm. She looked at him without any emotion.
Miss Su is really a warrior!
Just when the driver thought that Bo Muyi would get angry, he suddenly frowned and reached out to pull Su Cha's fingers. He said helplessly, "Don't make a scene."
"Is it me or you?"
Su Cha slapped his hand away. "I asked you and you didn't say anything. Weren't you making a scene? Do you want me to see your sullen face?"
Her every move was challenging Bo Muyi's limits.
The driver could see the veins on Bo Muyi's forehead popping out. It was obvious how angry he was, but he had to endure it.
If it were someone else, they would have died.
Su Cha was simply making history.