It was as though some predestined whimsical feeling was working in the shadows.
"Thank you, I didn't expect you to be so articulate." Qiao Xiaren gave a sideways smile as she brushed her loose strands of hair behind her ears. Si Limo turned his face to her, his ear inexplicably reddened, the contrast of his demure blush and his icy expression strangely captivating.
The driver trailing behind them couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth: why did he get the impression that some woman was teasing their young master? What was behind this flirtatious tone?
The women these days are truly skilled at flirting with both genders. Poor master Si, the redness in his ears said it all.
"Give me the keys," he ordered.
A reserved voice sounded, and the driver looked up to see master Si's elegant hand extended in his direction. The driver understood immediately and handed the car keys to him.