Ouyang Xiaojun stared at Lou Ming, never before had she looked at him so closely, so intently, and from such a close distance.
He had his eyes closed all along, his eyelashes dyed golden by the dim light filtering in, looking serene and beautiful.
Ouyang Xiaojun was very conflicted, not knowing what to do.
Logically, Lou Ming being ill had nothing to do with her.
But she had offended Lou Ming, and maybe if she took the sick Lou Ming to the hospital, he might let her off.
Ouyang Xiaojun quietly exhaled, moved her lips, wanting to say something.
Suddenly, Lou Ming's voice rang out, carrying a hint of impatience: "Why are you calling me?"
Ouyang Xiaojun: "..."
Did she call him just now? She called him several minutes ago, wasn't his reaction a bit too slow?
Besides, was it strange for her to call him? Suddenly stopping the car at the roadside, any normal person would call him, asking if he wanted to keep going.
