Zuo Zhan's one hand was still holding the steering wheel, not moving it away.
Startled by Xie Mengmeng's shout, his grip on the steering wheel instinctively tightened.
"Mengmeng, did I say too much?"
He was usually not a man of many words.
But just now, he had blurted out a lot in one go.
He worried that Xie Mengmeng might find him annoying.
Xie Mengmeng shook her head, "No."
"So, you're not annoyed by what I just said, right? If you're annoyed, I'll talk less in the future."
Xie Mengmeng's lips twitched.
Seeing Zuo Zhan like this, she felt like laughing, but seeing him so nervous and serious...
...she answered very solemnly, "I will consider what you just said very seriously."
Zuo Zhan was stunned for two seconds before joy replaced the seriousness on his face, "You don't have to rush; take your time. I have a year's vacation, and my phone is on 24 hours a day, available anytime you call."
"No need."
