At this moment, Xiang Yimo was holding the steering wheel with one hand, while his other hand covered the back of hers. "What are you thinking about? You're not saying anything!"
Lingling habitually bit her lower lip. Whenever something was on her mind, she would repeat this gesture. After much consideration, she mustered the courage to ask, "Did you plan on taking me to this dinner a few days ago?"
"Of course!"
"If that's the case, why hadn't you mentioned it to me earlier?"
Lingling was thinking that Wang Shan had known days in advance about Xiang Yimo's participation in the charity dinner, but it wasn't until a few hours before the dinner started that Xiang Yimo mentioned it to her. Could it be that Xiang Yimo decided to take her at the last minute because he felt guilty?
Alright, a disfigured person tends to overthink.
Xiang Yimo had no clue why Lingling was asking this. "What's there to mention?"
