Shen Chaoxi reached for the rear car door, but was coldly stopped by Shang Jianghan.
"I am not your driver!"
The hand she had stretched out had to be withdrawn, and Shen Chaoxi glanced at the car roof that was being relentlessly washed by rain.
Without an umbrella at hand, getting around to the passenger seat was inevitably going to get her soaked.
She would never believe Shang Jianghan wasn't making it difficult for her on purpose, even if it killed her.
It wasn't that she couldn't get drenched, but the laptop she was holding couldn't get wet; a half-year's worth of drafts and the outline of a new book were all in there.
She hesitated for a moment, and suddenly a gust of wind blew under the car, rushing up her pant legs, making her shiver all over.
"Then I'll drive, you move over."
Shen Chaoxi's slightly raised eyebrows looked towards the inside of the car, locking eyes with the dark pupils opposite her without flinching.