Shen Qingqing understood what Jiang Zhixun meant, but the sudden directness of his words still made her nervous.
She turned her head to look out the window, pretending not to hear.
Jiang Zhixun was domineering by nature, didn't want her to avoid him, but also didn't dare to press her step by step as he did four years ago.
Even Zhou Hansheng knew not to push her. After failing to reconcile, he left the country in dismay.
If he used the wrong approach again, it would just push Qingqing towards someone else once more.
Jiang Zhixun tightened his grip on the steering wheel, finally letting out a silent sigh.
This road would take a very long time to walk.
Fortunately, patience was something he had in abundance.
As long as Qingqing didn't choose another man, he could hold on until the end.
The car interior was silent.
Shen Qingqing caught a glimpse of Jiang Zhixun.
The man faced forward, hands on the steering wheel, his profile cold and distant.
