"Pfft..." Wen Meimei witnessed Qiao Chengxun's face change faster than flipping through a book, and couldn't help but laugh, "Who is this reckless child, daring to anger our mighty Qiao King of Hell..."
The mighty Qiao King of Hell?
What a nickname.
Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Stop the car."
The driver, Xiaoming, looked at the road ahead and drove about ten meters before finding a place to park, eventually stopping by the roadside.
Wen Meimei had a bad premonition...
Sure enough, Qiao Chengxun's ice-cold gaze landed on her pretty face, and his Adam's apple quivered slightly, "Get out."
With pitiful eyes, Wen Meimei gazed pleadingly into his icy pupils and begged, "It's only a few steps away, why don't you just give me a ride home."
"Get out, don't make me say it a third time."
"Yes..."
Wen Meimei squeezed out a word between her teeth and turned to open the door.