C117 I'm Not Angry Nor Jealous

The black car is driving slowly on the road, and it's getting dark.

Fu Nuan was not used to the silence in the car. From the moment she got on the car, Rong Yu did not say a word. He only frowned slightly.

He took out a cigarette and lit it. He looked to the side and saw Fu Nuan beside him. His expression eased a little