Mengyao looked rather indifferent as Pinliang spoke, as if she didn’t even hear him, but she didn’t say anything to deny what Yushu was saying. That was how she was, using her name to mess with Pinliang, who never learned no matter how many times he fell for her tricks.
“That’s great! As long as Yao Yao’s satisfied, I’m happy!” Pinliang said. “By the way, I got us a huge golden bus, but why don’t you and Yao Yao go in my car, Shu? I got my license last month, so I’ll drive my dad’s Bentley!”
“You’re driving after one month? No way we’re going in your car! What if we die!” Yushu harrumphed. “Also, our families all have cars, okay? Yao Yao’s car is a supercar too. It’s not any worse than your Bentley!”
“Ugh.” Pinliang had wanted to show off a little, but couldn’t say anything to Yushu’s comment. He regretted even putting his license on the table to show off in the first place.
