Eden's heart suddenly sank. She lifted her head to look at him; the man's handsome profile carried a faint touch of indifference. She had already laid down her pride and dignity to beg him like this, and he was still unmoved?
She sat back, her gaze dullly fixed on the front. "Are you sure you came to find me and not to beg me?"
Lu Feng's large hand tightened abruptly on the steering wheel. He turned to look at her coldly beautiful face; in just a short time apart she had actually become somewhat unfamiliar. "Eden, don't burn bridges after crossing them. You're not that kind of person."
"Am I?" Eden also turned to look at him. "I remember there's a saying in your country: 'the most poisonous is a woman's heart.' As for burning bridges, I imagine if you let me do it, I'd find it all too easy."
Lu Feng was faintly angered. "Eden Sturart, don't forget, Fu Zhengci is my friend. If you dare sacrifice him, I will never let you off!"
