"When did you submit it? I've never heard you mention it before."

Jingmin's lips curled up slightly, and he chuckled softly twice.

He didn't answer immediately, but turned his head and stared directly at Chu Wuyang.

His gaze seemed to penetrate to the depths of her soul. After a few seconds, he asked in return:

"What, you care?"

His voice was low and slow, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a serious and scrutinizing expression.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Chu Wuyang seemed to have been provoked, and she suddenly raised her head, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

She let out a heavy snort of laughter, a short and sharp sound.

How could that be?

She pursed her lips and looked out the car window.

Looking at the neon lights that had already lit up in the distance, his eyes were somewhat empty and confused.

Jing Min looked at her like this, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and he let out another soft chuckle.

He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down.

Then he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a deep sense of disappointment and exhaustion.

"I knew you wouldn't care, so there's nothing to mention."

His voice was so soft it sounded like he was talking to himself, or like he was delivering a final verdict to Chu Wuyang.

"It's only because she saved you before; it's just a small amount of money."

"I suppose you'd be happy to help her, right?"

As he spoke the last few words, his voice rose slightly, and his hands loosened their grip on the steering wheel, falling limply to his sides.

Chu Wuyang forced a stiff smile.

"certainly!"