Mu Jin Huan did not start the car immediately. Instead, he took out the first aid kit, tossed his suit jacket onto the back seat, and said to the person sitting in the passenger seat, "Take off your shoes."
Nan Wan quietly watched the man roll up his sleeves, revealing his lean forearms. The watch on his wrist was clearly expensive, but not the latest model—perhaps from many years ago.
Such a distinguished individual, yet wearing a watch with a slightly old-fashioned feel...
Quite interesting.
Nan Wan shifted her gaze and lazily reclined against the seat, "Thanks, but there's no need to trouble yourself. Let's just go eat. I don't want to starve on the road."
She had just run barefoot for quite a distance on the road, with the soles of her feet slightly cut by small pebbles, causing a faint, lingering pain—but it was no longer unbearable.
