C22 Xian Zhu Hand

Ouyang Nuo was sitting in a Kyle's car, full of resentment. James was enjoying the awkward atmosphere alone. He scratched his nose and smiled. "Miss, are you thirsty? Do you want a glass of fresh fruit juice?"

"No!" Ouyang Nuo snorted unhappily. "Why can Lee Lingwei ride alone? Why do I have to ride?"

"Uh, actually Mr. Lee arranged it this way out of goodwill..