Fang Tiancheng sat on the other side, facing the car window, his expression cold and completely silent, or rather, he was outright ignoring her.
Shi Jiayin, seeing this, picked up the bag in her hand and hurled it at him. "I'm talking to you! Did you hear me?"
Her new LV bag, the kind with metal studs, struck Fang Tiancheng's face, leaving a bloody scratch.
The sharp pain made Fang Tiancheng's eyes widen abruptly. He turned back to look at the crazy woman who was yelling at him, his gaze filled with shock and disbelief.
