Hua Shengjie was beside himself with rage, roaring himself hoarse as he flailed his hands wildly through the air.
He kept slapping the car window, cursing nonstop.
As though he wanted to vent every bit of fury in his chest.
His face was flushed crimson, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes wide as he glared furiously.
While he was still cursing, Shen Wuxiao slowly lowered the car window.
That cold, handsome face, carrying a hint of calm indifference, appeared before Hua Shengjie.
"Damn you..."
Hua Shengjie's roar came to an abrupt halt, as if an invisible hand had instantly clamped over his mouth.
The hand he had raised to strike the glass drooped weakly, like a kite with its string cut.
The red drained from his flushed face as though someone had splashed him with a basin of cold water.
The anger faded from his face bit by bit, replaced by a trace of flustered panic.
"Why don't you say that again?" A smile appeared on Shen Wuxiao's face as he spoke in an understated tone.
Hua Shengjie's body trembled.
An awkward expression surged onto Hua Shengjie's face like a rising tide.
His gaze began to dodge away, and he did not dare meet Shen Wuxiao's eyes.
His hands uneasily tugged at the corners of his clothes while his feet shifted restlessly on the ground.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to force out a smile, but it looked even worse than crying.
He looked exactly like a thief caught red-handed.
"I told you to say it again. Are you mute?" Shen Wuxiao said once more.
Hua Shengjie shuddered again. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.
His hands began trembling uncontrollably.
"Since you're not talking, I'll get out and