"Haven't you stared long enough?" Chen Yao looked up. Seeing Zhou Fan's unblinking gaze on her, she couldn't help but blush and stomp her foot petulantly.
"Ahem. Aren't you going to wring out your pants? You'll catch a cold wearing them like that!" Zhou Fan said with a straight face, feigning concern.
"Get lost, you stinky Durian!" Chen Yao cried out in a mix of shame and anger, raising her fist to punch Zhou Fan.
After several hours on the road, the car stopped in front of Divan. When Zhou Fan saw that Chen Yao wasn't getting out, he sighed softly. "You just need to know that Chen Feng isn't as bad as you imagine. As for the specific plans we have, I can't tell you that for the time being."
"Then can I go find him and ask him myself?" Chen Yao asked, her lovely eyes fixed on Zhou Fan.
