"Gao Han, open this door for me right now."
Watching Ye Tianjiao acting like a shrew, Gao Han slammed on the gas, and the car sped away like an arrow, leaving Ye Tianjiao sitting on the ground.
Tears began to flow slowly from her eyes, sliding down her beautiful face.
Even when crying, a beauty still looks good. But having seen Ye Tianjiao's unreasonable tantrum moments ago, no one dared to approach her casually.
Seeing that the show was over, the crowd dispersed.
A pair of leather shoes appeared in Ye Tianjiao's line of sight, followed by a pair of slender, jade-like hands, with a tissue in between the fingers.
When Ye Tianjiao looked up, what she saw was a handsome face with a hint of mischief.
"Why do you look so miserable?" Seeing that she didn't take the tissue, the man simply leaned over and wiped her tears away for her.
His actions were gentle, like he was handling a fragile treasure, and Ye Tianjiao didn't stop him.