"Why can't I park here? Should I drive a few dozen meters past the company gates and wait for you? Like those couples hiding their marriage at the same workplace, sneaking into the car together to go home? Yu Tingting, I'm not sneaking around; I'm rightfully with my wife. Should I be like you, intentionally delaying for more than ten minutes before coming out, hiding deliberately from your coworkers? Do I annoy you that much? Yu Tingting, let me tell you, you're my one and only wife."
Xie Qiyan's face was visibly dark, and his tone carried a hint of rigidity. His left hand rested on the steering wheel, tapping rhythmically. His ink-black eyes, as deep and chilling as an ancient pool, darted a cold glance at Yu Tingting.
What has the world come to?
