Fierce Eagle pulled at the corner of his mouth, "How do you know I'm looking at you if you don't look at me?"
Katie Hades frowned, not angry but instead laughing, her smile, however, was ice-cold. She glanced at the man's bare chest and then turned to stare at Lucas Hades's back. After a long while, she casually grabbed a men's jacket hanging on the seat and threw it over.
"Put it on, don't let me see blood!"
Fierce Eagle caught the shirt, raised an eyebrow, and looked down at the scar on his chest without a word, directly removing the blood-stained, tattered shirt...
"Oh, nice physique..." Lucas Hades, looking straight ahead, could clearly see Fierce Eagle changing his clothes through the glass. He clicked his tongue in admiration twice, his eyebrows lifting.
"Cut the crap!" As soon as the man finished speaking, Katie Hades stretched her long legs forward and kicked towards the driver's seat.
