An unusual light flashed in Ling Chuan's eyes, "Do you think I would answer?"
"No." An Ziqing pushed his hand away and stood up, "So I decide not to choose your options either. Please move aside, my bus is here."
An Ziqing saw the bus coming and immediately ran onto it.
Before Ling Chuan could get on, the bus had already driven away.
An Ziqing stood by the window, watching Ling Chuan on the platform, coldly staring at her, his eyes seemingly filled with knives and swords.
Ling Chuan hated her so much, coming to find her himself, what good could come of it!
She would be crazy to follow him!
"An Ziqing! Get down here!"
An Ziqing looked up and saw Ling Chuan driving alongside outside, honking and shouting.
The people on the bus looked out, then at An Ziqing.
An Ziqing just calmly lowered her head.
Pretending as if she hadn't seen anything.
The roar of the car engine grew louder; obviously, Ling Chuan's Maybach was speeding up.
