111 Is this a disguised confession_1

Three minutes later, the car door opened.

That fast?

Qiao Dongyang turned to look at Chi Yue, frowning.

"That's it?"

She had treated the bloodstains on her clothes, but she hadn't changed into the clothes he had thrown to her, which displeased Qiao Dongyang.

"Mhm." Chi Yue glanced at him and slowly got out of the car. The temperature difference between inside and outside the car was large, making her feel slightly uncomfortable. She pulled at her jacket, hugging her arms, her pale face hidden tightly behind a mask and goggles, rendering her expression unclear.

"It's fine now."

"Why didn't you change your clothes?"

"No need to change. As long as it's not too shabby, it's fine."

Qiao Dongyang slowly approached, seeing the area she wiped with water was still damp, his breath tightened slightly, "Do you have masochism, or do you despise me?"

Chi Yue was startled, shaking her head slightly, "No, neither. Mr. Qiao, I really appreciate it. I have to go now."