"I... um..."
Before Qin Mo could speak, their lips collided firmly. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson.
The man stood up, his sharp gaze fixed straight ahead.
"Sorry, sorry, President, the road here is uneven, please continue."
Ying Yao hurriedly put down the partition; that one glance from before almost took his breath away. Seeing the space in front and behind separated, he finally sighed in relief.
Really sorry for disturbing the boss's flirtation.
The temperature inside the car was rising, and Qin Mo also felt increasingly warm, her ears burning hot.
It must be the heater set too high.
Her watery, gleaming eyes looked at the man with a hint of awkwardness. Seeing the bloodstain on his thin lips where they had bumped, Qin Mo couldn't help but cover her face.
She reached out, her fingertip touching the corner of his mouth, "Does this hurt?"
Chu Yiqin grabbed her mischievous hand, "What do you think?"