"My Face has gone downhill?" Chad Yakov suddenly popped out a completely random question.
She'd just asked what he was going to the Vegetable Market for, and he suddenly asked about his looks?
"No." Seeing him pull a long Face, clearly unhappy, Victoria Gibson hurriedly spoke up.
She was cowardly; she didn't dare go against him.
Who knew if this Man would fly into a rage from embarrassment, drag her out to the Outskirts, find some place with no one around, and destroy the body to erase all evidence!
"Since my Face hasn't gone downhill, then watch properly and don't talk." Chad Yakov lifted his brows, the sword-like brows that were already good-looking now gaining an extra hint of heroic sharpness.
Seriously, three hundred and sixty degrees with no bad angle…
Victoria thought that whatever he wanted to do, even if she opposed it, it would be useless.
Since it was useless, there was no need to waste her mind on it.
The Car quickly stopped in front of the Vegetable Market.
