The fierceness in Mo Ting's expression had long disappeared, all that was left was worry and helplessness.
He wrapped Tangning's legs with clothes he removed from his own body and rubbed her hands between his until her extremities warmed up. Only then did he gently let go of her legs and look at her unhappily.
"I'm OK," Tangning quickly said. Afraid that Mo Ting wouldn't believe her, she stressed, "Really."
Seeing Mo Ting remain silent, she continued to explain, "I am an A-Grade model. You should know better than anyone that I am not easy to deal with. I got to where I am today, not because of my tolerance. I know what I'm doing, so can you not be so worried?"
Mo Ting remained silent as he diverted his attention to An Zihao who was currently sizing him up through the rearview mirror.
An Zihao had to admit, out of all the people he'd ever met in his life, no man had a gaze as piercing as Mo Ting's.