Then Xiao Zimo laughed, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, a confident smile on his face: "You say let it go, so let it go! Let's go, it's after school now, I'll take you to eat."
An Ning softly said.
"Okay."
Then Xiao Zimo, with an unruly smile, held her hand and led her into that flashy military vehicle.
In the car, with the reckless wind blowing, An Ning said to him: "Don't you have a normal car?"
Xiao Zimo retorted: "Isn't this car normal?"
An Ning fell silent.
She wasn't talkative by nature.
Plus, there was no one to talk to.
As time went by, silence became golden.
Xiao Zimo didn't understand why An Ning wanted him to switch to a normal car, but he understood after a while because she was already sitting there, trembling slightly, her lips turning pale.
Xiao Zimo unconsciously slowed down.
He cursed under his breath.
