The door to the sports car opened automatically.
Mu Xiaoxiao looked up briefly and lowered her head again, unable to lift it, and she stood motionless.
Helpless, Yin Shaojie could only get out of the car and face her. Squatting in front of her, he stared at her lowered head but could only see the hair whorl on her head.
"Do you want to get in?" he asked patiently.
As the scion of the Yin family, all the women around him busied themselves with ingratiating themselves to him. The only girl he ever had to accommodate was the one right here.
Mu Xiaoxiao was still peeved, but she also did not reject him. She harrumphed instead.
The sight of both of them facing each other while squatting looked quite childish. It was as though they were two kids throwing a tantrum.
Understandably, Yin Shaojie thought the situation hilarious. It brought back memories of their childhood.
