C35 A Rare Opportunity

Zong Jinghao moved his finger that was held the steering wheel slightly before he glanced at her. "Not bad."

Lin Xinyan relaxed; she said nothing else.

Neither of them spoke.

The car was completely silent.

Lin Xinyan's gaze inadvertently landed on his hand on the steering wheel. His fingers were long and straight, and his nails were neatly trimmed. His hands looked extremely beautiful