On the way back, Qin Miaomiao was too exhausted and fell asleep leaning against the seat. Lu Qing was driving, his expression cold and tense as he irritably loosened the button on his collar.
He glanced at Qin Miaomiao. That suppressed irritation surged again, stronger this time.
Ou bei Yao actually had the audacity to kidnap Qin Miaomiao. How could he even know her?
It felt like something that belonged to him was being coveted by someone else. This feeling made him deeply unsettled. That punch he had dealt earlier—far too light. He should've beaten him so badly he wouldn't be able to stand.
When they arrived home, he didn't wake her. Instead, he sat there silently, lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it, resting one hand against the window as he watched the cigarette burn quietly.
When Qin Miaomiao woke up, she saw his dark, brooding face. The atmosphere around them was dim, but his eyes glimmered with an eerie light.
"We're home? Why didn't you wake me?"
