But before Mo Jing could say anything, a loud 'bang' resounded. Looking in the direction of the sound, everyone was stunned by what they saw. Even Hu Yining froze on the spot, slowly turning her head to look…

Hu Yining's red convertible lurched forward several meters uncontrollably, its taillights shattering into pieces and its front end crashing into a nearby utility pole. The earlier collision between Hu Yining's and Mo Jing's cars had only resulted in scratches and wouldn't have affected their ability to drive. But this car, after such a severe impact, had to be sent back to the factory for repairs; the dented parts were a truly horrific sight.

The black sports car's sleek black bumper was also severely damaged. Upon closer inspection, it could be discovered that the black car was actually the same model as the one Mo Jing was currently driving.

Even the traffic police were frozen in place. They had handled accident scenes for many years and had never seen anything like this before. Moreover, they had placed warning signs in front and behind before handling the situation. Any normal driver with eyes could see them!

That car deliberately crashed into us! So arrogant, absolutely outrageous.

The black car door opened from the inside, and amidst the curious gazes of the crowd, a man dressed in a black shirt and black trousers stepped out.

His tall and imposing figure cast a huge shadow, looming over him. Large black sunglasses obscured most of his artist-sculpted face, and he held a blue parasol in his hand.

His expression was cold and indifferent, only softening when he saw the woman's figure ahead.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, he walked straight to Mo Jing, took off his sunglasses, and put them on her face. He then said with a hint of reproach, "With such a bright sun, why didn't you wear sunglasses?" His movements were as gentle as if he were handling the most precious thing in the world. He then carefully opened a parasol and handed it to Mo Jing before saying, "Go on, be careful when crossing the street." Ling Moyuan's magnetic voice rang out, and he even tidied her slightly disheveled hair behind her ear.

Mo Jing felt a sweet warmth in her heart. This man was always like this, using his own methods to help her solve problems and protect her.

Mo Jing smiled slightly, then held up her umbrella to shield herself from the sun and walked towards the Su family's residence.

Hu Yining's eyes hadn't left Ling Moyuan for a moment since he appeared.

She'd been with so many men, but she'd never seen one so cold, so exceptional, and so handsome.

Hu Yining was a promiscuous woman to begin with. The fact that Han Wenlei "saved" her recently has suppressed some of her promiscuous tendencies, but it doesn't mean they've disappeared.

Now, upon seeing Ling Moyuan, all those pro-democracy activists rushed out, their eyes filled with a desire to drag him to their beds immediately.

Ling Moyuan watched Mo Jing safely cross the road before slowly turning his head. His cold and indifferent face was the complete opposite of his gentle demeanor just now. He completely ignored Hu Yining's obviously admiring gaze and said coldly, "Miss Hu, is it? Now we can talk about the matter of you damaging my car earlier."

What? Who damaged whose car?

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It's past midnight, time to continue updating!

Happy Feast Day! I was going to tell some jokes to lighten the mood, but I suddenly realized I have no sense of humor, so I can only cover my face and move on to writing!