Shen Qingyan sat in the car, fuming. Yelling at Nan Mochen once still didn't satisfy her anger.
She picked up a fruit knife and looked at it in the sunlight.
The sunlight reflected dazzlingly off the blade, and Krol raised his hand to block it, advising, "Qingqing, put the knife down, it's blinding."
Shen Qingyan put the knife away, sighing in frustration, "Did I seriously just lose my love like this?"
"Yeah," Krol laughed with immense joy, scooting closer to Shen Qingyan, and said flatteringly, "I've been waiting a long time for you to lose your love!"
"You're cursing me!" Shen Qingyan shot a cold glare his way, lifting the knife again, "Believe it or not, I'll cut you!"
The taxi driver was startled and quickly urged, "Young people, don't be impulsive, please don't be impulsive!"
"Pfft!" Krol laughed, "Qingqing, did you hear that? You're scaring the driver, put the knife down."
Shen Qingyan put away the knife and touched her face.
