Why Did He Look Like a Slave?
Editor: Atlas Studios
The car slowly stopped. Jian Ai quickly opened the door and got out of the car. She rushed into the yard without looking back.
Ji Haoyu looked at her fleeing back and smiled.
When she reached home, Jian Ai changed out of her dirty clothes and shoes and took a shower, worriedly. Over half an hour later, she changed into a clean set of clothes and went out.
Outside the door, Ji Haoyu was leaning against the car door and making a call. When he saw Jian Ai come out, he said into the phone, "I have something on now. Let's talk later."
As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up.
Jian Ai took a deep breath and walked forward. "Why haven't you left?"
Ji Haoyu shrugged his shoulders roguishly and didn't answer. "Aren't you going out? I'll give you a lift!"
"No need," Jian Ai said coldly and turned to leave.
Ji Haoyu's voice sounded again. "Do you want history to repeat itself again? There are many waterholes on this road."