The man in the car, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips, sharply turned the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes. He even flicked on the high beams, watching the couple on the verge of a kiss.
He smiled, a smile devoid of warmth.
He was on his way to Mr. Qiao Site's New Year's Day family banquet and had decided to swing by. Quite a surprise.
A plume of smoke escaped as Luchen removed the cigarette butt. He extended his long arm out the car window and flicked the ash.
At this moment, the car's headlights were blinding. That sudden glare seemed to jolt every cell in Shen Jing's body awake. Startled, she missed Sun Qiyan leaning in closer and, relying on her composure, managed to say, "This... this isn't appropriate."
"I'm sorry, I overstepped and scared you," Sun Qiyan said in a low voice, his gaze flickering, perhaps intentionally, perhaps not, to the sports car parked downstairs.
