The black Hummer's engine started, and Chen Ziqian gently stepped on the gas, slowly driving the car out of the villa's parking garage.
Shanshan felt much better, but she was still gripping her phone tightly, fearing that Yang Xiaobei might call at any moment. Chen Ziqian comforted her again, constantly speaking well of Yang Xiaobei without a single word of slander.
How magnanimous he must be, to speak kindly of a rival in love.
After hearing his words, Shanshan turned her head to look at him with gratitude. "Brother Ziqian, you also think the senior is a good person, right?"
"..." Chen Ziqian didn't immediately reply. Instead, he kept a steady grip on the steering wheel while turning his head to look at her, with a particularly satisfied smile in his eyes. As if just seeing her smile had eased his worries, "I believe, our Shanshan's judgment must be right."
Shanshan laughed softly, her laughter like the singing of an oriole.
