C152 It's All My Fault

In the cramped car, Zhenzhen glanced at Yaotian, who was driving. His stern profile, illuminated by passing streetlights, seemed heavy, much like her current mood. She felt burdened, unsure of how to start the conversation. The repeated kidnappings were not only a torment for her but also undoubtedly a strain on Yaotian.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Yaotian finally broke the silence