The gaze was devoid of warmth, chilly, as if a gust of cold air had suddenly surged into her heart. Dong Xin Yan's heart contracted abruptly, with a trace of fear.
At this moment, provoking Gu Ningyi seemed very unwise indeed.
She had always known how to seek advantages and avoid dangers. If it were any other time before, she would have firmly swallowed her words, waiting for another opportunity.
But now, even knowing it was unwise, she still couldn't control herself.
If she couldn't clarify Gu Ningyi's thoughts, she feared she would remain uneasy and sleepless afterwards.
Dong Xin Yan quietly took a deep breath, clenched her hand tightly to suppress her fear. She looked at Gu Ningyi, who was sitting in the driver's seat with a gloomy face, and forced herself to tap on the car window again, her voice trembling slightly, "Mr. Gu, I have something I want to say to you."
