“Why are you still here? Anything else you want?” Sheng Yeting didn’t answer Xia Xingcheng’s question. He merely took a glance at Xia Xingcheng’s dressed wound and said shortly, “Get in the car.” Xia Xingcheng pursed her lips as she recalled that rather baffling kiss and she couldn’t help but suspect him. She brooded over the situation for a while ...