"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…" On the journey home in Yao Zhixing's car, Ye Shuang could not stop laughing, holding her stomach with her hands. She could not help it. Yao Zhixing's facial expression like he had been constipated for millions of years tickled her too much. It was a mixture of conflict, awkwardness, embarrassment, and even a trace of shock and awe. If this was someone else, she probably would have been fine, but this person was Yao Zhixing, the Yao Zhixing who had a certain reputation to maintain at San Lin City!