Xue Rui crumpled the cigarette pack in his hand and stood up, walking toward Gu Muxue.
When Gu Muxue slammed the car door, he had a feeling. Given the other girl's personality, it was unlikely Gu Muxue was truly angry with her. It was more likely a hint for him.
And when he heard Gu Muxue telling her not to smoke, he was almost one hundred percent certain—Gu Muxue had known he was there from the very beginning.
While the two of them were talking earlier, he had desperately wanted to go over and confess everything, even if only to Gu Muxue.
But he knew his girl too well. That was by no means the best opportunity.
The girl had her own way of seeing things. If he interfered, it would only make her emotional. To be precise, he was the only one who could truly affect her emotions.
In that case, the worst outcome would be the young woman getting caught in the middle and being pushed to an emotional breakdown.
That wasn't something he wanted to see.
