Xing Quan was driving in front, glancing through the rearview mirror at the person sitting in the back seat, who looked heartbroken as she stared out the window, her hands tightly clasped together, clearly indicating she was really nervous at the moment.
It showed she was afraid of the answer.
Xing Quan quickly retracted his gaze, saying seriously, "Madam, I'm really not clear about the connection between President Xiao and Miss Qiao. You would need to ask President Xiao directly about this matter."
"Ha! You don't know?" Song Song's expression suddenly relaxed a bit, but her tone was increasingly worrisome, "Oh, I forgot, you're his person, how could you tell me the truth?"
"Forget it, just concentrate on driving!"
Xing Quan instinctively felt a chill down his back; this Madam was indeed quite different from before. If she was likened to a pure and harmless little white rabbit before, now she was more like a porcupine ready to raise her spikes at any disagreement...
