But at this moment, as Tang Yan breathed in the scent on her body, he felt very unfamiliar with it, even a bit stifled.
"Tang Yan… you… what's wrong?" Qi Yue clasped her hands together, looking uneasily at Tang Yan who was focused on driving beside her, and asked.
Ever since she came out, he had only said two words and hadn't opened his mouth again.
This silent and cold Tang Yan made her feel like he was a stranger, and at the same time inexplicably nervous.
Was it that this outfit of hers didn't look good? Or had he waited too long and gotten a bit impatient? But… he was clearly the one who asked her to come.
"Nothing." Tang Yan glanced at her, saw her anxious face, and still managed to force a smile at her.
Honestly, what right did he even have to be angry?
