He became more and more confused as he listened, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, his voice low, "Why don't you tell me, what am I wasting my efforts on?"
She turned her head, glanced at him, and a few seconds later, looked back out the car window without saying a word.
His brow furrowed slightly, unsure of what she truly meant by her words.
"Screech—!!"
Suddenly, with a sharp brake, the luxury sports car came to a halt on the side of the road.
Feng Jinglei's balance was off, but fortunately, the seatbelt was fastened tightly, and she held onto the handle just in time, preventing herself from crashing forward into the front of the passenger seat!
She turned around in astonishment, still in shock, "What are you doing?"
But the man, calm and composed, glanced at her, "Feng Jinglei, whatever I want, whatever I do, I've never needed to waste any effort on you. Or do you think there's something about you that's worth me losing sleep over?"
