Wen Qiao's sharp gaze softened when she looked at Lin Luang, and a smile crept onto her lips, presenting a completely different face from the one she had just shown to Fu Jinghen.
Because Fu Jinghen was sitting behind the driver's seat, diagonally opposite to Wen Qiao's co-driver seat, he could clearly see every action of hers, while Lin Luang, sitting directly behind her, did not have such a good view.
Fu Jinghen, who witnessed all these changes, thought to himself, "Is this woman's talent in the rapid face-changing art of Peking Opera?"
Was she expressionless and even fierce-looking one second when facing him, and the next second all smiles and laughter with her "little brother"?
Fu Jinghen's fingers brushed over the watch on his wrist, and the atmosphere around him grew tenser.
But Wen Qiao was not afraid at all; she even included Lin Luang in her sphere of influence, shielding him from Fu Jinghen's effect.
