"..."
The car, crawling along at a tortoise-like speed, slowly wobbled its way back to the Fu family estate.
Seeing the car come to a halt, Fu Yihan couldn't help but open the car door himself.
Noticing this, Su Qingnuan quickly got out of the car and took out the wheelchair and crutches.
Glaring at the overly eager person, Fu Yihan gritted his teeth and swore, "Don't touch the car ever again!"
God knows how he survived the past hour — every time they approached a traffic light, his heart would leap into his throat, terrified she'd start the car and ram straight into someone's rear bumper.
And then there were all the vehicles weaving past them; none were fancier than his car, but every single one managed to zip ahead. The humiliation was killing him.
Seeing his stern expression, Su Qingnuan slightly bowed her head.
The corners of her mouth tilted downward, and the joy in her eyes vanished, leaving no trace of her previous cheerfulness.
