Ye Che knew who was coming, but ignored her, and with a ding, he opened the car door.
"Mr. Ye, please don't leave, I have something to tell you," Xu Ziqing called out, unwilling to give up.
Ye Che turned his head and glanced at Xu Ziqing, a charming curve forming on his lips. However, the words he spoke were particularly spiteful, "But I don't want to listen. You know, I fear the stench."
Xu Ziqing had her face slapped by Ye Che's successive sarcasms, struggling to maintain her dignity. Nonetheless, she was thick-skinned enough to continue speaking without shame or agitation.
"Mr. Ye, I know you hate me, but what I need to tell you is really important; it's about Xia Weiyi."
Upon hearing that name, Ye Che paused and indeed stopped. He leaned against his sports car, attired in a black suit, next to the black car, under the black night, all mingling with the pale and cold moonlight, looking so mysterious and dangerous yet fatally alluring.
