Ning Ge watched for a moment, then tilted his head in confusion, stepping on the gas pedal again, muttering to himself, "That's strange."
"What is it?" Cheng Su followed his gaze but didn't see anything.
"Nothing, maybe my eyes played tricks on me." Ning Ge looked straight ahead.
Cheng Su felt a stir in her heart, glancing at him, she asked, "Did you see someone familiar? Which beauty was it? To make our Fourth Young Master so excited."
Ning Ge clicked his tongue, glanced at her, and said, "Since when did you learn to talk so flippantly?"
"If someone made you, Fourth Young Master Ning, nearly cause a small car accident, of course I have to ask. So tell me, who was it? Do I know them?" Cheng Su asked again.
"No one really, I just thought it was that heartless woman, Song Jiaying!"
As expected, Cheng Su said, "Oh, listen to your sour and resentful tone, are you still hung up on her?"
