"Mm." Lin Beichen softly hummed a response through his nose.
Emily was so angry that she gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if she were venting all her frustration on the innocent object.
She knew that if she didn't find something to vent on soon, she might end up hitting Lin Beichen.
Of course, hitting him would be futile, so the steering wheel became her outlet of choice.
If the steering wheel could think, it would surely be complaining in its mind: "What did I do to deserve this? I haven't offended you, so why take it out on me!"
"Oh, since you slept so comfortably, I see you still look pretty tired now, resting with your eyes closed." Emily continued with a sarcastic tone.
Lin Beichen wasn't a fool; hearing this, he certainly knew she was angry.
He pondered, whether for Emily's sake or for the smooth progress of the mission, he needed to comfort her.
After all, if she decided not to take him to the Beishi Mercenary Corps out of anger, it would be a big problem.
