This dumbass's way of thinking stunned Fu Shihan for a moment, self-mockingly realizing he and that dumbass who used to plaster her photos everywhere were actually cut from the same cloth.
He pulled her over, opened the passenger door, shoved her in, turned on the heater, and drove home.
He was in her car, and if anyone was leaving, it was him.
Su Wanxin was so angry she turned her head to gaze out the window, not wanting to say a word to him.
He actually wanted to take back the necklace, what a cheap, shameless scumbag!
Fu Shihan drove the car to a small road a distance from their home and stopped.
The dim streetlights were on, the street was empty, no people around, and hardly any cars.
Su Wanxin nervously grabbed the seatbelt, looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "What are you trying to do?"
"Let's talk." Fu Shihan replied promptly, "It might cause misunderstandings with Su Yao if we go back now, so let's finish talking before we head home."
