บท 1330: Fate

Cen Xi looked at the man sitting in the front passenger's seat. He was wearing a black jacket and held a cigarette between his fingers. It had been two months since she had last seen him and his handsome face was slightly thinner, while his jaw was covered with a faint stubble. He stared at her expressionlessly, his eyes deep and cold.

On the night of the social gathering event, she had fired several shots at his feet. At that time, he was furious and his expression was dark. She could think with her toes how much of a critical blow he had suffered to his pride.

Although up to now, Cen Xi did not regret her actions that night, she still felt a bit awkward when she suddenly met him in such a place.

She wanted to tell him that she was fine and that he should leave quickly, but she also knew that this was not the time to speak willfully about having a backbone.