"—Are you planning to write a resignation letter after you wake up, leave it on the desk in the Northern Mountain District, then go beat up that guy who repairs motorcycles, get your money back, fill up the tank, and ride it straight over from the sea?"
Ji Jue interrupted her, speaking bluntly.
"..."
Wen Wen stiffened, her expression twitching a little, her originally serious demeanor gradually cracking.
Her gaze avoided his, unable to hide her guilty conscience.
Just as Ji Jue predicted, the guess and premonition, just like what he saw in his dreams...
It's completely seen through!
And yet, at this moment, Ji Jue remained unsympathetic and pressed forward step by step.
"What's wrong, Sister Wen, why aren't you speaking?"
He curiously leaned forward, examining Wen Wen's expression: "Is it because you don't like it?"
Wen Wen immediately glared, puffed up in anger, and threw a punch.
Ha, saw it coming!
