Fang Yi, riding his bicycle, wasn't sure if he appeared tough or not—he only knew that Lin Mengyan's method of negotiating with him made him feel a bit uneasy.
After all, it concerned several lives.
In her mouth, it seemed insignificant.
Yet she was unaware that since she chose to do so, she didn't want any accidents to occur.
Beep beep!
The car horn sounded again.
Lin Mengyan stuck her head out from the passenger seat again, the wind blowing her long, straight black hair, making it sway with the breeze. She had to gather her hair behind her ear several times.
But the wind was still a bit strong, causing her hair to cover her eyes, so she simply pulled the hair from her forehead to the back of her head, feeling much better.
"Hey!" Lin Mengyan shouted.
Fang Yi ignored her.
"Don't be so petty, I was just joking," Lin Mengyan added.
"Your joke wasn't funny." Fang Yi responded coldly.
"You used to enjoy joking, didn't you?" Lin Mengyan mumbled.
