The harsh winter wind, accompanied by the low hum of an engine, as a black modified sports car stopped at the club's entrance, the passenger side window slowly rolled down.
Jiang Chengsi was still wearing his racing suit, the sharp angles of his face accentuated his profile, looking gallant and somewhat unruly, as his hands rested on the steering wheel, unlocking the central lock with a glance at the person standing outside.
The message was clear:
Get in the car!
Tang Wan stared at the car, hesitated for a moment. Jiang Jinsang lowered his gaze, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, a smirk involuntarily tugging at his lips.
After all, he still came; he thought Fourth Brother really didn't care about her.
Seems like he isn't completely indifferent, huh?
It's just that someone clueless probably doesn't even know what this feeling is.
