Hearing his self-righteous tone, Cen Jin didn't even bother rolling her eyes at him. She just tossed the car keys given to her by the substitute driver into his hand, grabbed her bag, and pushed open the car door to get out. She walked around from the back of the car to his door, opened it, and asked, "Why don't you rest in the car a bit? Come out when you feel better?"
"Do you think I'll feel better?" Jiang Baizhou looked at her, stretched his long legs, and asked from the depths of his soul.
Cen Jin was speechless, watching his long legs with no place to put them. She couldn't help but think that sometimes those long legs could be quite a hassle!
With Cen Jin's support, Jiang Baizhou's feet touched the ground. Due to numbness, he was unsteady at first. When he was about to fall forward, Cen Jin instinctively put her arm around his waist, barely holding him up, while he naturally draped his arm over her shoulder.
