"Just consider it an opportunity for me to show off."
Her words and expression were utterly forthright, without a trace of insincere flattery.
Her demeanor, her gestures, all so carefree to an extreme.
"..."
Ya Tianxing simply wanted to strangle her.
After a long while, under Mo Shangjun's candid gaze, he said in a deep voice, "No need."
Realizing that Ya Tianxing was a bit unhappy, Mo Shangjun suddenly felt confused.
Such an incomprehensible man, his mood swings were even faster than a woman's.
The problem was—
Her offer to drive him was clearly a good thing, so how did she manage to irritate him again?
Seeing that Mo Shangjun hadn't grasped anything, Ya Tianxing's brow twitched, and finally, he said unwillingly, "Go to the hotel first."
"Okay."
Mo Shangjun agreed very readily.
In Mo Shangjun's view, this was the utmost accommodation for Ya Tianxing; in Ya Tianxing's view, Mo Shangjun was insensitively dismissing any attachment to him.
