Han Qifeng pressed down on the throttle and glanced at her with a side profile, his demeanour extremely gentle, "Enen, are you worried about Jingchen, or are you worried about Mr. Li?"
Chi Enen didn't expect him to ask such a question, she paused, then answered him frankly, "Both."
She was telling the truth, if only one of them, big or small, was at home, she would feel a bit more at ease.
Now that both of them, big and small, were at home, she really felt anxious.
Han Qifeng's fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened. As a chief surgeon, his fingers were pale and beautiful, now slightly whitened from the pressure, accentuating their length. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "I thought you wouldn't answer my question… at least not directly."
"Why?" Chi Enen was clueless.
Han Qifeng pulled the car over to the roadside, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at her with a tender smile, "Haven't you noticed I've been pursuing you?"
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