They haven't done anything to you, have they? _1

Qiao Leyang's car was a treasure trove, not only equipped with water, food, a medical kit, but also stocked with clothes, blankets, and other household necessities, all-inclusive, like a mobile home. In the past, Chi Yue had mocked him, claiming that behind the lifestyle of a so-called refined man hid a heart fearful of death.

But at this moment, these things were a tremendous help to her.

Qiao Dongyang opened the car door, started the vehicle, turned on the heater, and gallantly gestured for her to enter.

"Thank you!" Chi Yue asked him for the medical kit and sat in the car, basking in the warm air with a comfortable sigh, and slowly turned her head to look at Qiao Dongyang, "Could you give me some privacy, Mr. Qiao?"

Qiao Dongyang's hand rested on the car door, his gaze traveling over her face, sizing her up, "Where are you hurt? Can you manage by yourself?"

"I can."

"Don't you need anything else?"

"No, I don't."

"Water? Food? You don't want those either?"

"..."