"The first one."
Just when An Yin thought the man would continue to ignore her, a cold voice came from beside her.
Upon hearing it, An Yin nodded happily, "Okay, Shaojin brother."
Her voice was sweet, completely forgetting her bruises.
Hearing her call, Bao Shaojin's lips tightened.
At this moment, a glint flashed through his dark eyes, making it difficult for anyone to discern his emotions or guess what he was thinking.
While chatting with him, An Yin wasn't paying attention to the situation outside the car. When the car stopped, she thought they were back at school. Reaching out to open the door, she found it wouldn't budge—he had locked it.
An Yin turned her head and was about to speak when she saw him unbuckling his seatbelt.
"What size shoes do you wear?" He looked like he was about to get out of the car.
An Yin looked at him, confused, "Huh?"
