"Sir?"
The driver sensed something unusual.
Gao Zhe calmly withdrew his gaze, "Pull over to the side of the road."
The driver didn't ask more questions, and after the streetlights, he steered the car out of the traffic, parking in a spot.
Ye Wanting still hugged herself; suddenly, a piece of clothing was draped over her. She seemed like a startled bird, her whole body curled in fear, even her toes trembled, her drooping gaze catching sight of feet standing right in front of her. A scream almost reached her lips, but she was too frightened and swallowed it back.
In a panic, she looked up to see a completely unfamiliar face.
She immediately bent her body, crawling along the edge of the flower terrace to the other side, sitting against the corner.
The driver was stunned, his hand still hovering in mid-air, turning back to look at the man standing a few steps away, "Sir, I didn't do anything."
Just draped a piece of clothing over her, and she got scared like this?
