The car pulled over to the side.
Mu Yiyao immediately walked over, the rear car window rolled down, revealing the man's deep and three-dimensional face. Seeing the living man appear before her, Mu Yiyao's eyes reddened in an instant, "Chengzhou, it's so good to see you."
As she spoke, two clear tears fell.
Su Yang couldn't help but give Mu Yiyao a thumbs-up inside her mind, worthy of an international superstar, such acting skills, with tears coming on cue.
And her makeup, clearly meticulously done, coupled with tears, pitiful and touching.
Ji Chengzhou hardly glanced at Mu Yiyao, just took a brief look and then turned his attention to Su Yang's expression. Seeing that she seemed to be unfazed, was the stimulus not enough?
He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to Mu Yiyao, "If you keep crying your makeup will run."
Ji Chengzhou does not like women touching him and never gives anyone his belongings, but now he actually gave her his handkerchief.
