An Ning's words had no effect whatsoever; An Guoqing kept stubbornly lurching forward.
He wanted to drive, too.
"Little Sis, is the truck broken? Why aren't we moving?"
With a BANG, An Ning jumped out of the truck.
"BLEGH—"
She threw up.
An Guoqing quickly slammed on the brakes, killed the engine, jumped out of the truck, and ran to An Ning's side. He started thwacking her on the back with his huge palms.
"Little Sis, you okay?"
"Big Bro—don't, don't, don't—"
"Hey, I'm patting your back for you."
"No, stop patting!"
An Ning felt like An Guoqing's heavy-handed pats were about to break her back.
After throwing up, the foul feeling in her chest finally dissipated.
An Ning finally straightened up and looked at the bewildered An Guoqing. "Big Bro, please don't ever pat Hei Dan'er like that."
"You're just like your sister-in-law."
An Ning was fine now, but she didn't dare let An Guoqing drive anymore.
