"Why are your hands shaking?"
"I'm cold."
"Then why is your face red?"
"I'm hot."
"Is it cold or hot?"
"I…"
Lu Xiaoya quickly withdrew her hand and glared at Ye Feng: "Why do you care? Go down."
As she spoke, she hurriedly pushed open the door of the passenger seat.
"I helped you so much today. Aren't you going to send me back?"
Ye Feng was slightly dissatisfied.
"You did help me, but I also told you about the Fuli Corporation. We don't owe each other anything. Go down."
Lu Xiaoya did not wait for him to say anything else and hurriedly pushed him out of the car.
Only then did she heave a long sigh of relief.
Even now, her heart was still beating wildly.
When Ye Feng grabbed her hand earlier, she felt her blood surging rapidly.
It was as if it was about to burn.
That feeling… It was too mysterious.