His elbow rested on the car door, long fingers brought to his lips, leisurely taking a drag.
His gaze was cast outside, staring at the pitch-black night sky.
He didn't speak, and Zimo didn't know what to say either.
Neither of them spoke, and the dead silence enveloped the entire carriage.
They had been entangled in such a frenzy before, and now they were like strangers.
This time Zimo was also at a loss. If brute force could solve it, she would definitely do it without hesitation.
But what could force solve?
Beat up Mr. Mu, or beat herself up?
Beating up Mr. Mu was impossible. After having tormented him like this, how could she lay a hand on him?
These bizarre thoughts, she really didn't know where they came from.
She took another deep breath and then looked at him, "How about this, Mr. Mu, I'll work for you for free for the rest of my life, how about that?"
"Do you think I lack the money to hire bodyguards?"
Mu Lingchuan didn't even turn his head, still looking outside.
