Just thinking about it made Mei Mengcheng a little shaken, so he hurried downstairs, got in the car, started the engine—all in one go, no hesitation at all. Mei Mengying was a step too late, and even if she ran, she couldn't catch up. Meanwhile, Wang Qiuhe, who saw it all from her seat in the car, looked delighted to see Mei Mengying get shut down.
At this moment, Wang Qiuhe was sitting in the passenger seat, chewing gum. Her cocky demeanor, paired with her gravity-defying afro, was truly an assault on Mei Mengcheng's eyes. And that's not even mentioning her thick black eyeshadow and black nail polish. The girl sitting in front of him had "troublemaker" written all over her face. Mei Mengcheng couldn't help but sweat a little for Zhenzhen's sake.
But Wang Qiuhe's personality was actually a little different from her wild appearance. Watching the car drive off into the distance, Wang Qiuhe said, "Brother Mengcheng, why are you so against bringing Mengying along?"
