"Bro, if you're upset, just say it. Don't keep it to yourself; it makes me feel uneasy."
Ying Hengyu swiftly jumped into the girl's car, and deftly grabbed a lollipop from the glove compartment, peeled it, and handed it to her.
Rong Zhi turned the ignition key, pushed the candy away from his hand, and took out her phone to dial the missed call from earlier.
Ying Hengyu saw she didn't want it, so he had to toss it into his own mouth.
The call connected quickly, and amidst the mix of rock metal music, Fu Jinyi's voice was somewhat indistinct.
"Zhi Zhi, are you done? Come quickly, quickly. I sent you the address on WeChat, just waiting for you to liven up the place!"
Rong Zhi: "Okay."
She hung up the phone, nodded at the seatbelt for Ying Hengyu to fasten it, and then floored the gas pedal.
The white sedan leapt through the sparsely populated street like a cheetah, braking sharply at red lights, causing Ying Hengyu, who could usually handle anything, to be shaken dizzy.
