Leng Jian's hand, about to start the car, paused abruptly, and he shot him a glance, one eyebrow raised.
The rejection in his eyes was clear as day.
"You brought me here, so shouldn't you take me back? My car is parked at the restaurant where you just ate. You can choose to take me to get my car, or take me home."
Lu Jing fastened his seatbelt with ease, unabashedly speaking.
If it weren't for Leng Jian's good self-control, his face might already have been punched once more.
He was about to say something when he heard his phone ring and answered the call.
It turned out to be a call from Ji Weitian.
In front of Lu Jing, he didn't say much, just told Ji Weitian he was busy at the moment, and then hung up.
As soon as he put down the phone, he noticed Lu Jing propping his head with one hand, staring at him with a playful expression.
