Gu Moqian raised a hand to rub his temple, his expression serious as he looked at Zimei: "Are you sure you want to get out of the car?"
Zimei nodded without hesitation.
A mocking smile suddenly curved at the corner of Gu Moqian's lips: "Boss Zi, don't overestimate yourself. You're pale as a sheet right now, the wind could knock you over. Are you sure you're not just coming to be a burden?"
Zimei's face stiffened. She stared at Gu Moqian for a long moment before snorting defiantly: "Mr. Gu, same to you! You've been shot in the abdomen—you're just adding to the trouble."
"I'm a man; Boss Zi, you really think you can compare to me?" Gu Moqian's brows furrowed tightly, a clear sign he was angry.
"Except in front of A Cheng, I've never considered myself a woman!" Zimei shot back, unwilling to back down.
"Alright, alright! That's enough! Stop fighting!"
