The feeling of suffocation in the chest seemed to have lessened, the frustration from the entire morning somehow dissipated unnoticed.
She rolled up the car window to block the glaring light.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of the hospital.
Nan Wan pushed open the car door, placed one foot on the ground, paused for a moment, and softly said two words, "Thank you."
To put it bluntly, had it not been for him this morning, who knows what Zheng Hua might have done.
Mu Jin Huan raised his gaze, arched his brows slightly, and leisurely said, "I don't accept verbal gratitude."
In his deep voice, there seemed to be a hint of mockery.
Hearing this, Nan Wan got out of the car expressionlessly, her tone indifferent, "Then, Mr. Mu, just pretend I said nothing."
The car door was shut with a bang, sealing off all the scenery outside.
Mu Jin Huan retracted his gaze, casually glanced at the seat where Nan Wan had been, where the soft cushion still showed clear creases.
