An Awkward Concern

"I'm sorry. " Xia Qinglee apologized obediently.

Lu Qian, who was driving, heard her words and snorted coldly. There was a trace of ridicule in his voice. "You don't have to apologize to me. "

Xia Qinglee knew that he was still angry. She wanted to make him not angry, but she did not know what to say. She could only silently lower her head and hold the corner of her clothes tightly with both hands.

Along the way, they just remained silent like this and no one said anything.

Xia Qinglee could clearly feel that the pressure around Lu Qian was getting lower and lower, and the cold air emitted from his body made her shiver uncontrollably, and goosebumps fell all over the floor.

After arriving at Lu Qian's villa, Xia Qinglee could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

Finally, there was no need to face the black-faced him anymore.