The atmosphere in the car was extremely awkward.
Fang Yi's thing was standing up, as if it wanted to break through some barrier, straining for freedom, boldly displaying his masculinity to Zhao Xueying.
Zhao Xueying naturally saw it too, her cheeks blushing, radiant and alluring. She was looking down, so Fang Yi couldn't see her expression at that moment.
But Fang Yi could imagine that this daughter-in-law of the Jian Family, this young widow, must be feeling awkward.
She wasn't the type of woman to be casual; she had her own character, otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed with the Jian Family instead of returning to the Zhao Family after her husband's death.
There was silence between the two, neither of them speaking first.
But things couldn't go on like this forever.
As a man, Fang Yi should step up at this moment, so he mentally prepared himself and finally forced out three words.
"I was wrong." Fang Yi said in an extremely sacred and sincere tone.
"...What was wrong?"
